Kiss That Took His Life

One second he was engaged in a desperate battle, the next he was overwhelmed by her sudden tenderness. The switch was so abrupt that William hadn't completely extricated himself from the previously tense and dark environment, Valentina's sudden warmth caught him off guard. He was pushed back, collapsing into the sofa. Before he could react, she followed closely, climbing onto the sofa on her knees, and kneeling between his legs. She braced herself on his shoulder and cradled his chin delicately. Her soft lips met his once more, as her moist tongue carrying the sweetness of wine explored his mouth. Her movements were strong, but as a woman, her lips and tongue lacked strength, and her lips were simply too soft to pack a punch. Yet, William didn't find her forceful, on the contrary, he thought she could be a little more violent, even biting him would do. Apart from that time in the small inn when she took the initiative driven partly by passion and partly by relief, this was the second t