Alisha's eyes nearly bugged right out of their sockets when Dante's other hand came to her waist, holding it so possessively.
He kissed her like a hungry man, devouring her like he was out of breath and she was the only way to survive.
Alisha wanted to push him away, she wanted to. But she couldn't think straight, her mind was in a frenzy now as she slowly closed her eyes, her hands instinctively working their way to his hand and burying themselves in his soft locs.
She found herself kissing him back, longing for more before she could stop.
Dante bit her bottom lip, and when she gasped, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth and devoured her even more.
Alisha's knees were already starting to go weak at this point. She couldn't stand straight anymore, and only Dante's hands were keeping her still.
As Dante kissed her, he readied to get a kick in his groin. But nothing came. Instead, he was shocked when she started kissing back.
