Chapter 297 Blissful

• *Tatiana*
• Angelo turns us and presses my back against the cold brick wall of the living room. His kisses slide down my neck to my collarbone, and I tilt my head backward, the delightful feeling of his lips on my skin threatening to burst me into flames.
• A soft moan escapes me as his fingers dig deeper into my ass. Heat pools at my core, and my fingers curl into his shirt as I hold onto him with all my might, anchoring myself to him. He presses his hips against mine, and I grind against him, wanting more, needing more.