Katrina’s point of view“This is the part where you kiss me,” I muttered, my hand on his chest. I could feel the way his heart was racing under my palm.He smiles, then cups my face as he crushes his lips against me, my hands threaded through his hair, pulling on the strands gently.He lets out a low growl, his hands finding their way to my ass as he pressed me against him. He swiftly lifted me as I wrapped my legs around his waist.My skin heated when his hands went under my shirt, electricity surging through my veins as he deepened the kiss, my tongue roaming in his mouth.He let out a growl as I pressed into him, my core getting wetter and wetter. Our tongues lingered in each other’s mouths. Unlike the times I kissed him, this was different. I didn’t want to hold back. It was untamed and desperate. I wanted him—needed him.I wanted everything from him. His hand, his kisses, his touch, and his cock. In. Me.His hand went into my leggings, cupping my pussy as I deepened our kiss, his
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