Chapter 36 Passion Of A Marine

• Give a man enough rope, and he shall hang himself with it. That is what I clearly have in mind as I decide to show Isabella how one can love someone and not wanted to be with them, for this brave marine has just planted his lips squarely on top of hers.
• She still tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine and make her stop. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. I slip through her lips and entwine her into a deeper kiss. Then the kiss starts growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and her engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss. After what seems for more than a minute, we finally pull away.
• There is nothing that felt more natural than having her lips rub against my very much trembling and ever so angry ones. The kiss was not soft and gentle; it was demanding and raw, filled with nothing but anger. It lacked all the passion it should, for my mouth was clearly trying to prove a statement. The need was there to devour her and take all that she could offer. As I delved through her lips and claimed her mouth, I did feel the undeniable heat build within my core.