Carmen Cortez, 21, is not just your ordinary woman. She is someone who has made plentiful mistakes, but will do everything she can to fix them, even if that means becoming an assassin. Having ten older brothers and a twin sister, it's kind of hard t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Pausing the kiss, I tried to open the door for us to continue the conversation. Anthony, however, wasn't ready to let go.
He started leaving kisses along my cheek and the nape of my neck, the tender gestures creating a cascade of conflicting emotions within me.
Caught between the desire for an emotional connection and the realization that this moment of intimacy wasn't a solution to the complexities we faced, I struggled to find the right words.
After getting the door opened, I felt Anthony's arms snake around my waist. Turning around, our lips met. His hands roamed my body. Lifting me, he sat me down on the kitchen island.
"I need you," I whispered, my voice a mix of longing and vulnerability.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asked, a hint of concern in his eyes. I nodded, acknowledging both the emotional chaos that led us here and the desire for a temporary escape from it.
Picking me up, he carried me towards my room, the familiar surroundings a blur as we navigated through the apartment.
As we entered my room, the world outside ceased to exist, and the complexities of family, past regrets, and uncertain futures momentarily faded away.
The physical connection became a temporary sanctuary, a way to lose ourselves in the present and escape the weight of the world we carried on our shoulders.
The kiss deepened as he lowered me down onto the bed, and a part of me couldn't help but question whether this was a fleeting escape or a genuine bridge between two souls.
Anthony glided his fingers over my pants, unbuttoning them. The air thickened with anticipation as he skillfully pulled my pants off, leaving a trail of kisses from up and down my thigh.
Feeling a gentle touch, I realized Anthony's fingertips were gliding over the hem of my panties. My arousal had reached a peak, and I could sense the anticipation building between us.
He stood up, his proximity so close that I felt our lips brush together, teasingly close, before he pulled back.
His hands went underneath my shirt, and the warmth of his touch on my breasts sent a shiver down my spine.
I bit my bottom lip, locking my eyes with Anthony, the connection between us growing more intense with each passing moment.
He smiled at me before pulling me in for another kiss, a kiss that spoke volumes about the unspoken desire lingering in the room.
Anthony continued to massage my breasts, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. His right hand ventured down to my waist and slipped into my panties.
I inhaled sharply as his fingers explored, teasingly tracing the path from my slit to my clit and back. The room, already charged with passion, became a canvas for the exploration of shared desire, our connection evolving into a dance of heightened intimacy.
