Grace's P.O.V.
His lips crashed into mine with such force he knocked me backwards, automatically letting out a sound of struggle. His lips were forceful and rough, but still managed to come across as passionate and loving.
He grunted when we crashed together, but he also sounded satisfied. He made the kiss fast and hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth and twirling it around mine roughly, one of the palms of his hands was situated right on the small of my back, persuading me and pulling me forwards into his body with strength, strength that I had never witnessed before from him. He was biting on my lip hard and pulling at it, although painful, it was enjoyable. Momentarily he paused to breathe, not letting go of me, hardly pulling back, he breathed his sweet taste into my mouth, his inhaling and exhaling short, deep and raspy, sounding as if he was finally letting out some sweet desires he had been bottling up for a while, sounding as if this was really what he had been anchoring after, sounding as if he was lustful and sexually agitated.
As much as this was a surprise, I didn't want to pull back, as most women would do if a kiss was forced upon them with such narrow minded thoughts, they would pull away and end the wondrous events with a curt slap to the face, but not me, not with Michael.
After the initial shock to the kiss and the surprise of the roughness, I began to react, go along with his actions, mirror him, whatever he did to me, I did to him, this way, I was letting him have some kind of control, plus, this would build his confidence.
A low, rumbly growl suddenly arose from the pit of his throat.
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanfictionThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
