David's hands go from my cheeks to my nape, bending my head back and improving the angle tenfold. My skin is on fire, and every time David's fingertips skim my neck, thrills race down my spine.
My hands jerk to his silky smooth hair, then to his stubble covered cheekbones, wide shoulders, and slim waist. I must feel everything. I panic, scared that once we get up for air, things will return to normal. I don't want that. So I deepen the kiss, biting his lower lip and almost drawing blood.
David growls in my face. He sighs, but resumes kissing me.
David lowers his mouth to my chin, . To my ear lobe, neck, and shoulder. I groan as his soft lips contact my skin.
"You'll be marked there." David says softly on my warm flesh.
I lean back, asking him to kiss me again. He does, and it feels be
