Miguel teased her lips with his before he deepened the kiss.
Gemma opened up for him and their tongues engaged in an erotic dance.
She released a moan when Miguel brought his hand to her neck and gently caressed her skin.
Miguel's mouth drowned her moans as he continued to kiss her.
Even though it was just a kiss, Gemma could feel herself already getting wet. She is not supposed to allow him to do this to her, she is supposed to hate him.
Gemma snapped out from whatever haze she was in, and she bit his lower lip until she drew blood.
She pulled away when she felt the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
Miguel didn't flinch, instead, he smiled as he swiped his tongue across the spot where she had bitten him.
"You seem to have a thing for my blood," he chuckled. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you to be a vampire."
Gemma shrugged nonchalantly as she picked up the spoon inside the plate of food and began to eat.
