23. Stay

Tallulah's POV

The roughness of his hands, his steady, wandering hands.

Hands that grabbed my waist in a manner that showed possession, the warmth of his palms burning through the light fabric of my gown.

And those wet, soft lips. ‘Oh, God!,’

Sounds of lingering kisses, breaking for spit seconds, and colliding back again with full speed, our heads tilting with every crash.

He kisses and kisses again, like he was going to rip out my tongue. But all he sucked in were my shallow breaths and the irregular, smashing sounds of my heartbeats.

His manly hand skillfully pushed me forward, pushing shut the door behind him. My hands were up in his brown curly hair with my vision as bleak as an abyss. But I could see everything through my closed eyes. I could sense his entire face behind the feeling of his mouth on mine.

And his touches…

He was holding my face with the tip of his fingers behind my neck, pulling me into him. His other hand was on every other part, sending waves of electricity