Perfection

The door wasn’t even shut when James’ fingers laced through my hair, angling my face so that he could capture my lips in a searing kiss. With one hand on the small of my back, and the other tangled in my locks; He kicked the door shut, walking me backwards until the skin on my shoulders pressed against the cool wood.

The hand that was on my back moved around to my throat, slowly creating a trail of sparks as his thumb pressed against my pulse point, “Fuck, Rosalind. Less clothing. Now.”

James didn’t waste any time sliding the straps to my tank top down before ripping them clean from my body. He stepped back, eyeing me appreciatively before I watched in amazement as his nails formed into claws.

He dragged the sharp point on his thumb down my lip, nicking the skin as he pulled it away from my mouth. His eyes swirled with bright green as the pad of his thumb smeared the small bead of crimson across my lips, “So fucking stunning.”

Now I was most definitely rendered speechless.

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