Chapter 17 You Can't Afford It

• POV: Amaia.
• My body shivers as soon as our lips touch. A current runs deep inside me and I can't think of anything else but... Hallelujah!
• The reasons that led me to kiss a stranger were forgotten, I only focus on the softness of his lips and the warmth he transmits to me, as he gently bites my mouth and his tongue dances with mine at a torturous pace. One of his hands goes from gripping my hips to following a path along my side until reaching my neck. He holds the nape of my neck and presses my head to unite us even more, although there is no space left between us. My skin tingles with the touch of his fingers on my cheek. My hands tremble and I feel the demanding obligation to run my fingers through his dark and silky hair. We kiss softly, with a constant rhythm that does not increase in intensity, slow and torturous.