*Caterina*

The anger and frustration that Elio had been feeling all evening simmered just beneath the surface. It made him more passionate, more desperate, as his hands roamed my body and he pressed his tongue between my lips, exploring every inch of my body.

I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it back inside at this rate, but I didn’t think I would care if we didn’t. His almost brutal need for me was all-consuming. It ratcheted up the desire that I ...