Fourty

My arms around his neck tightened, feeling a strange sensation inside of me. A beautiful and delicious sensation that almost brought me to the brink. I was about to fall and I didn't know if Rhysand would reach me or not.

The kiss was slow, long and I found that I was so immersed in it that I only realized that he was sitting on my chair and I was on his lap. There's no mistaking this seductive, sensual kiss that promises sexual satisfaction. The part of my core that was covered by the pants was pressing against the hardened part of him.

"Dinner?" he breathes.

I shook my head, "I have to meet Jordan." I had started to leave from his lap but he the strength of his two arms around my waist made it impossible for me to do it. I sighed harshly. "Rhys."

His expression became stern, as if he didn't like my words. "We'll do it after you meet him."

"No." I spat. I moved to get out of his arms. Even though this kiss really drowned me in passion and promised an outlet that I really wanted and I