He was standing so close to me. So f*****g close that I could feel the hot breath coming from his flared nostrils. I opened my mouth again, to say something, anything, I didn't know, but I felt like the silence after his last words were going to kill me faster.
I didn’t even get the chance to breathe before his hands were on me. Not tentative. Not questioning. Just f*****g raw claiming.
He grabbed me by the waist and crushed me against him like he’d been starved and I was the only thing that could keep him alive.
His mouth came down hard on mine, hot and demanding, and I melted into it because I wanted this just as much as he did.
There was no pause. No thought of whether we should. We were already too far gone.
The kiss was brutal in its need, all teeth and tongue, his growl vibra
