My hand gently cups his cheek as our lips lock in sheer ecstasy. The light stubble on his face is a bit prickly on my palm but it's still hot as f**k.
His hands lock around my nape, our lips fusing in a set of fireworks that makes my head spin. His thumb slightly grazes my jawline, leaving sparks in it's wake, and his nose tilts slightly when I deepen the kiss.
My eyes are closed, my breathing erratic and my heart is pounding like a piston. I'm kissing him with everything in me, and I seriously can't believe I have the power to make him react this way to me.
There's nothing gentle about our intense, primal moment. His kisses are harsh, demanding and possessive as hell. His fingers are lightly tugging at my hair, and the arm around my neck is pulling me in, making my chest crush into
