Unfinished Business

Cora.

Rough. Unrelenting, yet so gentle at the same time. His mouth clashed with mine in a silent war that depicted need. I parted my lips, welcomed him as his tongue slipped into my mouth. He inched closer to me, his hands trailing to my nape, his fingers getting lost in my hair.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling lightweight as he walked backwards to his desk. With a clean swipe of his hand,