His lips are colliding with mine. His hands are traveling all over my body, tracing every inch of it. I tightened my grip on his nape, trying to mark it with my nails. This is mine. He bit the lower part of my lips before pulling away, leaving my lips slightly parted.
With my weary eyes, I stared at him. My eyes went down to his wet reddish lips. I want more. I need more.
When I was about to pull him back, he stopped me by pinning both of my hands over my head. His pair of cold eyes pierced onto me. Even with his cold mask on, I can transparently see the blazing flare of fire behind it. His visible lump in the throat moved as if he's struggling to stop himself to do something.
His left hand is still holding both of my wrists above. He positioned his free hand against the wall, at the s
