Chapter 111 Xxxviii

• Sasha
• August crushed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying of thirst. His fingers brushed up and down my back and I was in a beautiful place of passion, pretending that we were meant to be together. He was brutal in the kiss, our teeth gnashing together, tongues sliding back and forth. Powerful animalistic noises escaped, filling the space.
• This was pure and utter sin. I rocked my body as the French kiss continued, the friction driving him wild.