[For Mature Audiences]
Trembles coursed through me the moment his lips crashed into mine with force, my surprise only entertained him, his teeth biting my bottom lip. Oh no, he was crossing that border we agreed upon--no kissing on the lips. But it perplexed me. Kissing meant we had feelings for one another but he was kissing me so roughly yet so passionately, I couldn't tell the difference. Was this kiss born from admiration or rage?
His teeth dug deep into my lips and he muffled my whimpering, startled when I felt something wet and warm spouting from the sting. His kiss, his lips devouring mine making my knees weak and my heart race, making it harder to breathe. He tasted so good, his tongue tracing my top lip before begging for entrance into my mouth. He bit my bottom lip once again w
