Matthew Xi froze completely. Why was he thinking of another woman while doing it with Zoey? Was it perhaps of the resemblance of the emotions he had years ago?
Still, that memory slightly sullened his mood and brought back his rationality. However, the next second, Zoey caught him off-guard as she pulled him down and switched positions with him — Zoey on the top while he was on the bottom.
"Zoey —" staring at her smug gleaming eyes, Matthew Xi's words were interrupted when she leaned down and initiated a kiss. He groaned, attempting to stop the powerful urge she was causing to rise within him.
"Shh," She hushed, moving her lips as she left soft pecks on his jaw and neck.
Matthew Xi stroked her hair as his every breath grew heavier. His toe curled while his rod erected. This curse of lust was pushing and pulling him in between the right and wrong.
