CHAPTER 78: MAKING LOVE

NATASHA

Michael convinces me with his every word. He wants me to trust him, and I do. But whom I don't trust is myself.

What if I lead him to danger? Whose conscience will kill me? Mine.

But all I know is I'm going to keep him close until I turn to ashes as he sparks the flame and let everything burn.

I moaned when his kisses trailed down my neck, romancing me in his sweetest way.

"Michael..." I moaned when his hand found my right chest and began palming it the way I wanted.

The sweetness in his actions started off nice and slow until he had me pressed against the wall and made me face it.

His tongue found my nape and sucked my skin there.

I felt how he grinds his crotch on my behind, letting me know how hard he is for me as his hand tried to unbutton my slacks and slipped it inside my underwear, finding my mound that was salivating for his touch.

When a pail of boiling water was poured into a bucket of ice-cold water, it makes smoke and sizzling noises. Above the sky, it creates a st