Violet
There are some things you can't truly describe no matter how hard you try, some experiences you can’t just truly comprehend.
Getting kissed by Elijah was like that. He didn’t do slow, or soft.
His kiss was pure fire and desire, lighting my veins up like fireworks.
The glass in his hand was long discarded, and it clinked against the floor once before thudding softly upon the carpet.
The door of his room was still partly open, wider than the three inches it had been earlier when I was sneaking up on him and walked in when he noticed me.
That tattooed hand went up in my hair, grabbing my hair and tugging at it as he tilted my head back.
And the other went behind my back, holding me in place.
I felt him exhale, low and deep, as he ran his hand in my hair, as he forced my mouth o
