Any Punishment?

There was no smile, no particular expression, perhaps other things Moreau could think of. Abihirt brought his face carefully closer, paralyzing like a grenade had just exploded in her chest.

Moreau's body froze, and when Abihirt dropped his mouth on her lips, the kiss was fierce, passionate, expressing an array of pent-up desires. Moreau gasped as sturdy arms pulled one her leg up to wrap around the man's sexy waist. She opened her mouth, letting her stepfather's number cram into a cavity that felt familiar. It's enough to despair, to give in, as rough, clay hands creep between loose strands of her hair, pressing their faces closer for a searing hot sensation, suffocating her until she can barely breathe.

Moreau's leg muscles suddenly went weak as Abihirt's hand slid down there. The man's deft fingers found their way under the thin pants. She gasped, immediately gripping onto Abihirt's shou