100 Days With Mr Romero

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed.
"I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath.
"When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night."
"I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you