Tori
They say a first kiss tells you a lot about a person, like whether they’ll savor the moment or rush to forget it. Blaze is the kind that savors it, savors me, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
My core burns as my mind struggles to remember why I hate him. I'm lost in the moment, desperate, deprived, needing a connection. I don't fight it, dancing my tongue around his and reveling in his touch.
Have I always felt this way about him? Has there always been this burning need?
A fire is lit inside me, heating me to my core, releasing a fluid between my thighs I never thought I'd feel again from a singular kiss. Feeling I won't fight him, he releases my hands, which immediately tangle in his soft hair.
For years I've wanted to run my fingers through his dark strands, feel just how
