I claimed his mouth again, still holding his arms over his head, swallowing his snatched breath as he kissed me back, hips straining, seeking the blissful friction. Out of air, I ripped our kiss apart and mauled his neck, sucking his hot flesh into my mouth, smothering his groan with my hand. I was going to leave a mark. Didn’t care. Orla loved that shit. How did I know? She told me.
