Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ｒｏｍａｎ✰
"𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞"
The plush touch of her lips pushes against mine.
Her lips move slowly against my own, as though savouring every touch and taste.
I kiss her back with the same intensity, the curve of her body pressing up against me, making the urge to strip her of the little clothing and take her right here.
But, I wanted to take my time with her. She drew my attention as no one else had before; the reason could be the instantaneous warmth she brought with her or the calming tranquillity.
Our lips danced gracefully together, her tongue gliding across my lips, and I let her in. Our tongues start colliding at a faster and more desperate speed now.
Her delicate hands were in my hair, running through and tugging at the strands while she kissed me passionately.
Our heated lips heightened the pleasure within me; this girl, more than anyone else, had the ability to turn me on, by simply the way she moved or walked just held some sort of power over me.
I put my hands under the back of her thighs and raised her, pinning her against the wall, as our bodies connected perfectly now.
Her lips break free as she gathers her breath, her legs wrapped around me and our arms curved around each other. I continue to trail kisses. From the corner of her lips to her prominent jaw, trailing down to the tender column of her neck.
The hunger inside me clutched tightly as a breathy moan fell from her fragile swollen lips, and I ached to hear the sound again. She tilted her head back, enabling more access to her neck and I proceeded to kiss and suck on the silk of her skin.
Her own hands roamed around the back of my neck and ran through my hair. My hands roamed around the back of her thighs, gripping strongly on the soft skin and causing her to reflexively buck her hips.
Both of her hands came around to my face, lifting my head and urgently pressing my lips to hers again. My senses were engulfed by the flavour of strawberry, and I inwardly sighed at the sensation. Her soft, full lips moulding with mine and her body pressed into me more.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing her deeper into my mouth.
Trailing my hand up her thigh and onto the curve of her cheek, I squeezed and she gasped. "Roman," she whispered, a giggle escaping her lips.
Clenching my jaw from the ache inside me, it took everything in me not to flip her onto the mattress and fuck her senseless.
She was captivating, and I could see why she was a vixen: her alluring figure drew anyone and everything to her. It merely revolved around her, as if an aura surrounded her silhouette. It was easy for her to attract anyone and entice them into her delicate grasp, and it seemed to work on me involuntarily.
