Chapter 110. You Like It Rough, Don't You?

KEIRA’s POV

When Clint invited me to his place, I jumped at the opportunity. We were both occupied with work and school and barely had time for each other.

I walked into Clint's house, removed my coat, and placed it on the rack.

"Hey, why don't we eat dinner? I have this new recipe I would like to try. I hope you have enough groceries because-"

Clint's large, bulky arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt my back rest against his steely chest.

"We can talk about food later. What I want to do right now," He whispered into my ear, "is to have you all to myself."

His hot breath against my skin was already driving me mad. I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our eyes met, and the heat between our bodies began to build up.

"Then, I will serve myself on a platter, just for you," I cooed.

A low, hungry growl escaped his lips, and before I could blink, his lips crashed on mine. He hungrily laced his tongue with mine, and his wet,