Dante's POV.

Her lips tasted like honey.

I wanted to stop. I wanted to push her away because that was what my brain was telling me. My brain told me to push her away but my mind had other thoughts. She removed her lips from mine and she inched backwards a little suddenly feeling shy. Or embarrassed maybe?

She did not get to feel timid now, she was the one that brought this on, so she had to satisfy the desire building up inside me.

I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her close and crushed my lips with hers. She wrapped her hands around my neck and I pulled her closer, her body felt warm against my own. I plundered her mouth, she tasted like mint and i liked it.

I wanted more, needed more. I could not get enough of her. It’s been years that I felt this much emotion. My heart was beating so fast and it was in sync with my throbbing cock, then I realized, the taste of her on my tongue, the smell of her perfume, the way her body clung to mine made it seem like we were drowning and she is my last li