Chapter 39
Thomas’s lips melt against mine with such abandon that I suddenly feel overwhelmed. His hands, dirty with blood and mud still grip my face almost painfully, before one moves to the back of my head, holding me prisoner to his kiss.
His eyes are closed , while I still gawk at him in disbelief, uncertain of what to do. My hands hover around his chest as I try to understand what was happening. Eventually, I fall pray to his kiss and my eyes flutter closed, losing myself into it, consumed by his hunger, by his insatiable desire.
“Thom- Thomas-“ I struggle to speak as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
He grunts in acknowledgment of my struggle, but doesn’t let go of me. I softly pat his chest as I try to break the kiss again so I could speak. But he isn’t eager to give me this
