Chapter 55

Enrico Di Ravelli ravished his wife's lips like a mad man.

His hands were everywhere, gliding down from her face to her neck, and moving to her chest, where he released one of her tits and pinched the nipple.

Then his tongue was invading her mouth, giving her no room to think, his lips tasting like intoxication and sin.

Maren had never enjoyed kissing as much as she did with Enrico, and right now,