Greyson
Goddess, I am such a w*hore for him. I guess I’ve always been, but now that Quinn’s broken the boundaries I so carefully crafted all my life, I am lost and scared, and my feelings are all over the place and I can’t control them anymore, neither can I control my urges… not when Mark tastes like citrus and sandalwood, and I am addicted to it, his lips so damn soft under mine as he steps back and gives in to my assault.
The visions slide in my mind to haunt me, the pain and horror battling with the desire and need I have for him. I push though it all, forcing myself to go on, sliding my tongue against his, battling for dominance, my hand in his hair to pin him in place as I devour him.
The kiss is desperate, all consuming, life-shattering. My first kiss with Mark. My only kiss wit
