He leaned over me, pressing me into the wall. Our lips, teeth, and tongues met in a frenzy I had never experienced. I pushed back into him, and my fingers reached into his silky locks and pulled hard, tipping his head back. He groaned as our lips broke apart, his hips rocking against mine. He was ready, very ready.
My teeth nipped at his jaw, working down to his neck. I found a nice spot right below his ear, and bit down, sucking, marking him.
“Fuck.” His hands moved down to my hips, his fingers digging in to the flesh beneath.
I growled at him like a possessed demon. “Jesus… I can’t take it! You’re mine. You’re not going anywhere. Mine!”
“Why do I matter? What difference, if any, do I make?” His words spurred me on, gasoline on my raging fire.
I’d show him and then some. I’d tell him
