He takes her hands and slowly led her to his room.
She bits her lips nervously as she looks around the spacious room. He turns and looks at her. "Anna, you are biting your lips again." His voice husky from want, his eyes never leaving her.
"I'm sorry." She apologized and stopped.
"Don't apologize. It just that I want to bit it too, and suck on it." He added, trailing it long fingers on her bottom lip.
"Anna, I'm going to make love to you now."
"Oh," Anna breaths. She felt the ground shift underneath her. Suddenly she forgot how to breath.
"But that if you want me to. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do." He said, gazing intently at her.
"I thought you said you don't make love. You said you fuck, and you fuck hard." She managed to say with the amount of courage that left her throat dry.
A wicked etched on his lips.
