Anna successfully brought Daniel to his room, but as soon as the door shut, he pressed her against it, capturing her lips.
"Daniel, what are you—uhm?" Anna's voice faltered as the kiss came, fiercely short-circuiting her mind with the intensity of his demands.
Daniel's hands explored her curves as his lips consumed her with an urgency that implied there was no tomorrow.
Anna grasped his shirt on his chest, struggling to pull away, but there was something about Daniel that felt amiss.
She knew his tendency to steal kisses from her, yet he was no longer as unbearable and fierce as he had been before.
"I need you, Anna. I need you so much," he mumbled slowly, releasing her lips and trailing down her neck.
Anna gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as he nibbled her skin, his hand gently cupping her breast.
A soft moan escaped, "Umm," but Daniel continued without pause.
He was heightened by desire, and his mind was consumed with thoughts of devouring her.
