Javier’s hands went across the side of your waist, to the side of your hips, his lips leaving wet marks.

His touch cold and stiff, Blazing till you were almost melting all over him, your back fully pressed against the wall with his body pressed against you.

It was like miracles of pleasure, something that you never thought you would’ve believe in of, feeling a tense a fire, a fire of desire of some sort.

Low grunts leaving his throat, his eyes wandering up and down your body like a predator.