Chapter Eighty

Lorenzo's pov.

The kiss was over before I could blink.

Natasha was pulling away but I halted her movement quickly, not wanting to let go just yet

She looked caught between wanting to kiss me and slap me across the face.

"Where do you think you are going?" I growled and took her lips again, kissing her almost as aggressively as she kissed me.

She pushed against my chest, trying but failing to free herself.

"Stop fighting me!" I growled against her soft lips, pushing her against a nearby tree and holding her hands above her head.

It didn't take long for her to stop fighting and start kissing me back with as much passion and fever as I was ravishing bet lips

I let go of her hands and it quickly rounded my neck and then slipped to caress my face.

We held each other's face and our lips moved, mirroring the passion we were feeling.

She began to moan my name as I continued to ravish her lips, her tongue with passion.

"Yes," she whimpered as I held her by the neck, pulling her closer and ki