I didn’t resist when I felt him bodily yank me closer with his hands around my forearms. I didn’t think it was possible to ever get used to such a thing - how could the hot, demanding mouth that slid up and down the side of my neck ever become routine? - but at least I knew what to expect this time. Mostly.
My heart thudded in my chest like the furious beat of a hammer upon an anvil as his hands left my arms to wrap around my waist. I could feel the heat that seeped through both my hoodie and shirt already, but it wasn’t until his fingers slid down to shove underneath them that I gasped at the scorching touch that pressed hard against my skin.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin below my ear in time to the laving swipes of his tongue. And though I tried to stand firm and hold my ground,
