NATALIE
His lips taste the same, silky, smooth, intoxicating. He kisses me slowly, unlike the rushed passion he always shows. Goddess, it feels good when he takes his time, his lips savoring mine thoroughly.
Detaching his lips from mine softly, he stares at me before picking me up bridal style and walking towards the stairs. I swallow my saliva, smiling at his side profile like an idiot.
He doesn’t seem to be in much hurry today.
After getting to the room, he sits me down on the bed and stands