I tangled my fingers in his hair as his heart-shaped lips left small marks all around my neck. I smelt his cologne, cigarettes and something I couldn't recognize.

Maybe the scent of desire? Oh, that would definitely fit in.

My legs tightened on his waist as he went lower, to my chest. Eyes rolled back by themselves, when he wandered to kiss both of my breasts, one after another.

How he had his way with my body was driving me crazy, and if it still wasn't enough, the fire in my lower stomach burned. Oh, it hella did.

I felt his cold rings caressing my face. My eyes opened to see his, looking deep into mine. A sly smile curved on his lips.

"Tell me," he said in a raspy voice and my breath hitched.

"What do you want done to you?"

I couldn't stop the moan escaping my mouth, when I thought of all the things he could actually do to me. As I was putting together a coherent response in my head, his hand went to my thigh, gently massaging it, and I was completely fine until he moved to my inner thigh, getting close, really close to the center of my panties.

"Do you want this?" the brave bastard dared to go that far, his fingers meeting the sensitive spot.I moaned, pretty sure the whole street have heard me, and nodded my head.

"Words, baby," he added, yet still going down my body, leaving butterfly kisses all the way.

"I- Please-" I started, but suddenly got so overwhelmed by the power he held.

"I-"