THIRD POV
All the efforts to push him away becomes in vain.
The man's hold on her tightens and like a man posessed and suddenly consumed he seems like he plans on not letting her go anytime soon.
When she feels her breathe being taken away and the urge to breathe becomes urgent she taps on his chest to make him release her.
Raffeale lets out a groan when he feels her petite hands on his chest but moves back a little, detaching his lips from her sweet soft cherry like lips.
"This, is how wild you drive me baby, you have replaced the air that escapes my lungs and became everything necessary for me to breathe, live and function" His raspy voice says, each word coming out short because of his ragged breathing.
He stares at her, his gaze deep and intense
From the intensity of his gaze, she finds it hard to breathe properly or even stare at him making her try to avoid eye contact.