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This chapter is R-18 (I'm serious)
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~Ren~
Without another word, Devin’s lips collided with mine. My hands instinctively wound around his neck, raking his soft locks, feeling its softness between the gaps of my fingers.
Devin’s tongue was teasing my lower lip, daring me to allow him in, and like the silly girl that I was, I gave in to him. Expertly, his long fingers managed to undo all the tiny buttons of my dress and he pushed it off of my shoulders, making it pool around my wa
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