[Margaret's POV]
I didn't know how long we kissed. I felt like a century.
When we finally pulled away from each other, I saw that his lips were swollen and bright red. I was sure mine were the same, or more swollen.
His heavy breathing filled the room. We both knew what was coming, and it seemed a logical thing to do.
He focused on me, his eyes dark and intense as he worked his way from my lips all the way to my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my waist, and then further down.
I felt his big, warm hand moving to my private part. I think I was ready.
"Donald…I want you." I muttered.
Thud!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. I had wanted to send Donald to his room and go back to Elizabeth.
I tried to pull my gaze away from Donald. He was like a huge black hole that sucked all the rationality out of me.
