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Usually, he likes kissing soft Tonight, I like kissing hard I press his mouth open the moment our lips touch He tries to slow me, but I won’t let hiainst ainst me

If I ever thought I was an addict before, it was a vast understatement I want to OD on hiless in a back alley, unable to say my own name At least I understand this lust I can deal with this, and frankly, it’s the only outlet we’ve got I arip and it’s a surprise when I feel a dropping sensation I openme with him

“Are you going to kill ain fiercely

“I’ to try”

My last boyfriend, the last o, was only about five-six He could never have picked ile, boy-sized spine Josh sinks down onto a beautiful wing-backed aristered e first came in

My whole life, before Josh, I’ve scoffed at guys who th But maybe a little part of me still exists who loves to be carried and coddled My skirt has slid up so high he can probably see entleh my mind

He raises a hand and once upon a time I would have flinched, but now I lean into his palm

“Slon”

I shake my head in disbelief, but he looks me in the eye “Please”

Doubt begins to spread through me “Don’t you want to?”

He rolls his hips The heavy, painfully hard proof is against nature serial-killer black I press ainst each other, lips barely touching

He wants to press his ainst my skin Bite Eat Devour He wantsinto me His whispered words barely audible overTears of frustration and weta Rorschach pattern on the pillowcase

I already knohat I’ll get froet too close I’ll be rolled into whatever position he feels like, bossy hands cupping, tilting, tightening, and gentling

But I also know he’ll h He’ll tease me, chide le him My defiance will earn me a delay My acquiescence, a kiss

It’s what he is creating, of course Delay He wants to play with as tolast for days Shard by shard Melting on his tongue He wants to do it so many times that we lose count, and probably die in the process He wants to et frootten from him