"I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed." ~ A.S. Byatt.
RUBY M’CLARKE P.O.V
The soft glide of his tongue between my lips coaxed me to open up to him: and when I did, I left myself drown.
Everything blurred into sensation: the rough texture of his hand as they slipped under my hoodie:, his fingertips slowly drifting along the skin on my lower back, the delicious warmth from his body, the gentle bite of his teeth, the slow licks of his tongue.
It was passionate, wild, dangerous. His hand won’t stop roaming around my body. He growled when he felt I was not wearing a bra.
My head was spinning, my heart beating too fast.
His cupped my breast, making me arched my back. “Stop me, now.” He roar dangerously.
I was panting. M
