Stella's POV
With his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, the kiss deepening, I patted his arms anxiously, hoping he would stop, but it was as though I was hitting a wall that wouldn't budge for anything.
With how useless my efforts were…I decided to let go; besides, it wasn't just about me letting go, it was my body surrendering to his touch.
Like in a daze, the sound of the music slowly faded away, replaced with his breath, his scent, and his touch as they trailed down every inch of my body.
And with every touch I found myself inching closer for more. My desires soared with every touch…heat coursed through my veins in torrents and I burned.
Burned for his touch, burned for his lips against mine, burned for everything his presence could bring.
By the time he let me go, I hung weakly on him like a koala, gasping for breath. From the soft dim light in the distance, I was able to make out those distinct features that had set him apart.
