Chapter 72 Madrid

Diana Rodrigues

Aslan's kiss tasted like whisky; it was clear he had been drinking more than usual. His hands were holding my face, one on each side. The way he held me was extremely possessive, as if he was afraid I would evaporate along with the hot water that surrounded us.

Meanwhile, my hands were on his chest, feeling the warm skin of the man in front of me, making me gasp with every kiss he gave me. It felt so good to explore his body, to feel his excitement, his hardened member. My thumb circled the tip and slid over the delicate skin as he moaned with pleasure. Faster movements made him kiss me with more ardor.

He grabbed my buttocks and lifted me, concentrating our desire in a thrust that made me moan and release a throaty scream of pleasure. The warm water that bathed us moved and wet the Carrara marble floor of the bathroom. The latent desire with each movement, making me enter a cloud of desire as his fingers circled my pleasure point. I couldn't stop; I wanted him to have