Desire

Joshua's intoxicating, sensational touch was exactly as she remembered it.

He was strong, domineering, and very sure of himself. He knew exactly what he was doing, the sensations he was provoking, and he seemed to be an expert at it. Emanuele could barely hear the voice of her own conscience amidst this mess of wonderful sensations, which made her murmur and moan.

One of his hands landed on her thigh. She had never, ever been touched like that. She usually burst out in nervous giggles and was embarrassed all the same. But there, at that moment, she was completely surrendered.

Joshua took Emanuele on his lap, still kissing her.

She didn't know where they were going, although from her guess and the smell of wood and cinnamon, they were in his room.

The girl with dyed hair, or almost, since the dye was slightly faded, felt her body resting on a soft mattress. She still didn't have the courage to say anything, and her neck was being nibbled by Joshua, who also couldn't say a single word.