12 Part 12

Demyan 

My lips kissed Malia's in a heated frenzy as I struggled to open my penthouse door. 

"Demyan it's just a door," she whimpered as my lips moved down to her neck as my hands held onto her slender hips. 

It had been a month since we had come back from London and our relationship was even stronger. I was obsessed with her in every shape, form and way. I did not know what happened to us after practice but I just wanted her. No, I needed her. We had been sharing sweet kisses for two months and I was in no rush to take it to the next level with her because I knew she was still a virgin. 

I wanted for her to be comfortable with me first and it seemed today was the day. Whilst we were in the elevator she attacked my lips like a starved woman and I easily followed. I had not been intimate with someone for four years and I was so happy that it was with her.