My head was still spinning, hours after kissing Damian. I can still feel his lips devouring mine and his tongue dipping into my mouth to caress my tongue with a deep, passionate hunger. I have never been kissed by another man, but I can’t imagine it being any better than this. His taste and smell was intoxicating, as if he were my own personal brand of heroin, to which I am rapidly becoming addicted to.
His sent still clung to me after he had pulled my close, allowing his hard and muscular body to mold perfectly around mine. When I was pressed up against him I felt like we were two halves to the same puzzle, made to fit together. His scent reminds me of freshly lit matches, which is ironically fitting as I was forever scared of being burned by him. Being with him was like playing with fir
