Valentina's hand curled into his shirt, pulling him closer as she drowned in the sweetness of his lips.
The discovery of how just two lips colliding could give so much pleasure caused a gasp to escape her, and he capitalized by tasting her tongue.
Luciano tilted her head to an angle on the side where he could drink her in as much as he wanted.
In that position, he worshiped her tongue with his tongue.
She wasn't passive in any of it. As if a fire had been ignited in her, she matched his pace, passion for passion.
Her body completely melted into his arms, as their lips engaged in the fiercest of battle that left both completely breathless.
"You should stop me, Valentina," he whispered against her mouth, his breath, heated.
"No." She pulled him back, as they engaged in another ferocious lip munching.
"The other day–" his breath caught, as she ran her hand through his hair.
"The other day?"
They began to kiss again, forgetting in the moment what he was about to say.
