CHAPTER 494. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. More

Milo pressed against her, kissing her without stopping, making her feel every ounce of desire running through their bodies. It was as if time didn’t exist. As if nothing existed beyond the endless, dizzying pleasure that consumed them.

He wanted to be tender; he swore he wanted to kiss her slowly, mouth on mouth, intertwining so they would never part. But he knew that if he didn’t hurry, he was about to be left wanting again. He laughed to himself, loving the