Nadia's POV
Mr. Dolf kissed me with an urgency I had never felt from him before. His lips moved against mine without any careful technique, just raw need and desire. The kiss was messy and desperate, like he was drowning and I was his only source of air.
I responded with equal desperation, my fingers threading through his thick hair, pulling him closer. When we broke apart to breathe, he immediately reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward. I sat up quickly to help him remove it completely, and he tossed it aside without a second glance.
His hands were on my bare skin instantly, exploring and mapping every inch he could reach. His mouth found my neck, pressing hot kisses along the sensitive skin there.
I needed to touch him too. The desire was overwhelming.
"Your shirt," I whispered breathlessly.
