Chapter 35. A Night of Madness

My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath, is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned on the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate sports of my upper body.

Pushing him away in contention to this is not in my mind. I’m so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I’m almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in — the waves of the desires surging in us. I am So lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussy is throbbing, howling for him, and my pant is all soaked wet, bolstering a smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze.

As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of