18. HE FOUND A HOME DEEP IN ME

His hand ran up my neck to my hair, digging in me as my head tipped back to his touch. My eyes closed, biting my lower lip to let it go. I tasted my own blood in my mouth from an injury I had. I licked my lips, leaving them wet with more blood.

My body ached so hard, angling even more into him as if I wanted him to absorb me in to him. My hands fell on his burning skin all of a sudden, as if he would burn me alive with his fire.

His other arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer with much force. His grip was tight as if to peel my skin away. I hated how short I was to him, hated how I could not grab his hair as he had mine and as if hearing me, he pulled me up with just that one arm and I did not waste time, wrapping my legs around his waist.

My breast smudged on his skin, my nipples aching for his touch, needing his attention but he seemed to be taking his time. He tugged my head back as I gasped out loud, so hot it would kill me. I wanted him like I never wanted anything in