Bjorn immediately kissed me back, his full lips tenderly brushing against mine. His arms were already around me and were holding me gently. I groaned. He always touched me like I was a delicate, fragile porcelain doll. Like he could easily break me if he wasn't cautious enough. That wasn't what I needed at the moment. What if I did want him to actually break me? I bit his lower lip with enough force to taste a bit of his blood in my mouth. He grunted and I gripped his wet shirt in both my hands, pulling him even closer. My tongue teased the little cut I had made on his lip and finally obtained the reaction I wanted. Bjorn's powerful arms held me tighter and one of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling on it a little to tilt my head back and gain access to my neck. I moaned when he pressed
