Juliette had to slap herself internally a hundred times to snap out of the kiss that she was starting to get intoxicated with.
Luca's expert mouth and his tongue deliciously stroking every corner of Juliette's mouth while his hands kept her in place didn't help wake Juliette up.
'Juliette! Juliette, wake up!' Her rational subconscious struggled to get loose.
Juliette moaned when Luca pulled her head closer and deepened the kiss.
The fervent kiss was a battle between Juliette's protective pride and her burning body urges.
But everything about it was so intoxicating, making Juliette so high. Luca's scent, the friction, the taste of his mouth, the seductive movement of his lips, and even the sound of their ragged breathing.
The kiss was aggressive yet passionate, almost depriving Juliette of air. But also too addicting to stop.
While Luca caressed Juliette's arm up and down, his mouth went down to her neck, making Juliette delirious.
