Payton
My entire body is on fire. With pain and pleasure and an intensity I don’t know what to do with.
But now he’s kissing me.
Nero is kissing me.
His lips are warm and demanding. And maybe it’s because I’ve never been kissed, but it feels like he’s claiming me.
This kiss is just as ferocious as everything else about him. His grip in my hair. His hips slamming between my thighs. It feels like ownership.
And I let it all happen. I follow his movements, kissing him back.
I’ve finally let go of my control, only to give it to someone else. And it feels amazing. Wonderful.
When his tongue swipes into my mouth, I taste… oh god, I can taste it. Taste what he’s taken, what I’ve given him. And it makes me feel feral.
“Nero,” I gasp, opening my mouth for him.
The tug on my hair intensif
