He was everything Andrew wasn't, he did everything better.
His touch was addicting. His touch that was so sinful and immoral was the only thing I craved.
"Damien " I said lowly"
"Elide" he replied looking intensely at me.
"This is so wrong"
"But do you want me to stop?"
"No" I answered.
His lips on mine.
I didn't have to think twice to accept what was coming.
We were in this fucked up situation but yet I wasn't perceiving a bit of remorse.
My legs wrapped around his muscular waist, clenching my butt he pushed me against the wall making the kiss even more fierce.
Our warm bodies against each other, they were getting closer and closer however it didn't seem enough.
He needed more, and so did I.
If only things were easier if only he wasn't married if only he wasn't Andrew's dad.
My love for him would be acceptable.