"Ummm. Ahhhh, wait.... Elio."
Sweet moans escaped Andrew's lips, his hands holding onto Elio tightly for dear life, trying to push him to stop him and let him talk, yet at the same time, pulling him closer, wanting more as Elio devoured his mouth from the moment they stepped into the mansion.
Elio pinned Andrew against the wall, trapping him between the wall and him, his hands pulling out Andrew's shirt from his pants urgently and sliding his hand under his shirt, desperately wanting to touch his skin as his palm roamed over his body, feeling his warmth.
He sucked and bit Andrew's tongue and lips roughly like a hungry beast, and Elio had been really hungry. He had been starved from the moment he had tasted him in Simone's house, and he had been maddeningly waiting since then, waiting for them to return to their home, waiting to taste him and devour him whole once again.
