“I’m so hungry, I might hurt you.” The conviction in my voice is fading. I'm still pressing myself against the door, but my resolve is weakening. And I'm pretty sure Kassiel's resolve disappeared the moment I stepped in the room.
“I can handle it. Trust me.” I remember the power I got from him when we had s*x before, and decide he’s probably right. He’s over a hundred years old, after all.
I rest my hand in his palm, and he closes his fingers around it. “And the risk?”
“Acceptable.” His mouth descends to mine, but stops shy of touching. “Besides, I don’t think I can wait until you graduate. Can you?”
I answer by closing the distance between our lips. Waiting is not an option anymore.
Kassiel's lips press against mine, soft and pliant, but neither of us can take it slow. Our tongues me
