104 Rough or passionate

They finally reached one of the bedrooms, and the door was being flung open while he pushed her inside shoving the door shut, not a care for how loud it slammed shut.

He held either side of her face and his lips crushed against hers, her fingers tangled in his hair and terrible hunger crawled through her, the kind that could eat a man.

Everything felt like it was moving in hyper speed and slow motion all at once, and there was fire in her loins and desire in her belly.

Remo's body molded against hers and he bracketed her with his arms, and a moan rose in her throat when he drew her bottom lip between his teeth tugged.

His hands were exploring everywhere they could. They were so close as if he wanted to enter into her skin not like she was complaining.

Remo groaned when she arched into him craving more.

"Fuck…you're going to be the death of me."

He pulled back and Abby moaned out in protest.