16 - Claimed

Every time he touched me, my body responded with a life of its own, and he acted as if it were nothing.

I didn't want this to happen again. I was already drained from trying to handle his touch without overthinking about the relationship between us.

Instead of withdrawing his hand, he threaded his fingers through my hair, caressing the back of my head and pulling my face closer to his own. His mouth descended on my skin, his tongue grazing the spot. His tongue traced a path along the sensitive spot, sending shockwaves through my body. 

I nearly lost my balance, my fingers clutching his hand for support, my nails inadvertently grazing the skin on the back of his head.

His lips claimed my neck, teasingly grazing