บท 58: A Kiss In The Bathroom VI

"Oh, God, Olivera, how can I ever resist you?" Raul moaned out. He needed her all over again. Needed to feel, to be alive, to know she would always be a part of him, his life, that when he opened his eyes and took his first breath each morning, she would be there to give him ever-deepening emotions, and to look at him with something other than fear in her eyes. He knew she could not resist his burning need. The intensity of his feelings swept through her mind, and her body caught fire with his. She pushed back against him, consenting, enflaming him further. She was laughing softly, teasing, but her breath caught in her throat when he thrust forward in intimate invasion. Her body tightened around his, holding him, clutching him, rippling with life and heat. One powerful arm tightened possessively around her waist, his body all at once protective over hers. 

"Are we crazy, we two?" he murmured, not believing his carefreeness around this lady.