Want and need.

Rose’s POV

In the cold night, that moment was all I could think of.

My thumb dragged across my skin, the sensation a constant reminder as I replayed the moment deep in my mind.

His hot breaths, lightly brushing against mine. The faint scent of mint and that extra something I couldn’t decipher as he was so close to me. His dark eyes, piercing mine and sending a heat through me.

We were so close. We were about to-

I shoved the thought away, shutting my eyes tightly.

So far, I have had two -technically three - encounters with him. The first time was a drunken romp, one which was hazy aside from the reminder of constant pleasure. The second had been intense, borne out of the pent up emotions all colliding into a rushed field of sensations.

The third, or second half so to speak, was the most intense. Slow and sensual. I remembered the images on the pillow, the sight of the movement below as he…

I whimpered as the heat in my core became more intense. It took willpower to not let my hand go