(ANGELO'S POV)
I lead Krystal out of the kitchen, down the dark hallway. The house is silent and thankfully everyone is asleep.
My bedroom suddenly feels a mile away and every step I take is like torture.
The second we reach the door, we get inside and I close the door then turn the lock.
The sound is final. A point of no return.
I spin her around, pin her back against the door and crash my mouth to hers again. She meets me with equal ferocity, her hands fisting in my t-shirt. We stumble away from the door in a tangled mess of limbs and hungry kisses, until the backs of her knees hit the bed and we tumble onto it.
I start leaving kisses, trailing from her lips all the way to her throat. I lick her soft skin then bite gently, drawing a sharp gasp from her.
My hands find the hem of her nightdress. She lifts her arms as I pull it up and over her head, tossing it across the room.
And now she's completely laid out for me. Naked on my dark blue sheets.
