Chapter 122 Bella

She hesitated, her mind screaming no, but her body screaming yes. The cave's heat amplified everything—the musk of his arousal, the rough texture of his stubble as he tilted her chin up. His lips crashed onto hers, rough and demanding, his tongue forcing its way in, tasting of salt and desire.
Bella gasped into the kiss, her hands fisting in his shirt, torn between pushing and pulling.
He broke away just enough to growl against her mouth, "That's it. Feel how hard you make me? This cock is throbbing for your tight pussy." His free hand slid down, cupping her ass through her pants, squeezing the firm muscle there. She moaned, the sound echoing off the walls, her resistance crumbling as lust flooded her veins.