Book 3: Breathless

Anacá's POV

“Uh.” My eyes widened as he leaned closer. The world ceased to revolve around me, and it seemed that there were only the two of us in the room. How he looked at me set a flutter in my stomach. 

I stood transfixed to the spot, watching him with delirious eyes. He pulled my face toward him and brushed my lips lightly with his. The soft touch was enough to send my senses into overdrive. A throbbing started deep down, and I needed the kiss to quell the desire I felt. 

“F*ck!” He raised his head to look into my eyes, and I gasped at the burning desire I saw in them. 

His fingers tangled into my hair as he crashed his lips to mine, this time yanking my head back to gain better access. His tongue probed into my mouth, colliding with my tongue, and all my inhibitions flew out of the windows. I needed him as much as he needed me. At that moment, I forgot we had an audience. 

A moan echoed around us, and surprising