His arm wound tightly around my waist,tugging my small cold form into his warm broad chest. My back pressed tightly against his front.
His heat seeping through my clothes into me pleasantly and yet my skin was covered in chills.
“Running away were we love?” He asked.
His deep voice deep and husky, completely calm but the lethal undertone had me trembling in my boots.
He slowly trails his nose over the slight amount of skin exposed on my throat,making me tense.
His hand slowly came up, the warm rough fingers gently brushing away my dark hair from my throat.
He plants his warm lips into my throat, pressing kisses on my bare soft skin with plush lips.
His hand wrapped around my hip, using that to turn me towards him and I stare at his shoes as he gazes at me intensely, pressuring me
