**OLIVER WEST**
If anything, his fingers gripped my hair further, pushing my face into the juncture of his neck. His groans were harsh but it sounded to be pleasure rather than pain.
I gave up, too afraid to break his skin, the last thing I wanted was to taste blood in my mouth.
Instead, I trailed my tongue over the marks I made before kissing every one of them soothingly. A part of me was also nervous, what if he retook revenge on me later?
Despite my anxiety, I was getting more excited, maybe too excited because all of a sudden, I could feel my dick brushing the material of my boxers and then it grazed the large tent in Kieran's towel.
I moaned at the connection that sent a jolt of electric shooting into my veins.
I released Kieran's neck with a wet pop.
I should stop before things get more dangerous, I looked up at Kieran's darkened eyes and felt my own breath catch.
I believe now, he knows not to challenge me!
