ALORA
Somehow his gaze intensifies and I can’t resist him anymore. I’m being driven to him by a force I can’t stop, like a moth driven to the flame.
As soon as I was within an arms length of his reach he grabbed and pulled me onto his knee to lock his lips with mine. This kiss was different than the one in the library- it was almost primal and needy, like he was teetering on the choice of letting me control what I wanted and him taking me for our pleasure. What surprised me most is that I’d be fine with either option- because I trusted him.
I broke from the kiss but he continued, hungrily moving his lips and teeth down my neck, nipping and kissing. He stopped and focused on my marking spot when I bared my neck to him, offering him greater access. The sensations from his
