kaira astor
"What are you doing?" I splutter out, my breath hitching in my throat. Trapped. Exposed. Vulnerable. But, not nearly close enough to feel as if I'm weak. His calloused fingers digging into my jaw feels euphoric, almost forbidden, the pressure firm, but not stinging.
I'm overwhelmingly aware of every inch of his hard body pressing into mine, sinfully so. I stare up at him through my lashes, knowing I can lift my hands and push at his chest; knowing I can fight him, but my limbs feel heavy, my skin feels like fire is licking up every inch. I'm on fire and f**k, right now I want to burn.
"Being an asshole." His voice has dropped an octave, low. The edge to his voice so dark and powerful that I want to lean up and inhale his words. My fingers flex around the material of the sh
