Forty Nine

Raven

Vlad's kisses unlocked a fountain of emotions in me; lust burned my brain so badly that I couldn't think straight, pure love threatened to burst out of me, and anticipation of what was to come made my body tingle.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered, brushing his lips to mine, nibbling my lower lip, and digging his fingers into my hair. "I touch myself every night thinking about you."

A delicious shoulder shot through me when he bit at my lip with a little more force than usual. "About how good your body will feel against mine… how soft and hot you'll feel against my tongue."

His lips pulled away from mine, and it took all my willpower not to pull him back.

"I could make you scream with pleasure right here. Would you want that?"

My response was a gasp of pleasure. He trailed one hand up my side, making my skin tingle, stopping just shy of my boobs.

He continued trailing as if he was tracing the outlines of the letters on a piece of paper. I itch