lips captured mine repeatedly as the bed swallowed us whole. Only a dusky light surrounded us beneath his sheets as we tangled in limbs and kisses. Julian’s fingers wove into my hair, desperately holding me to him. I started bucking my hips against him shamelessly. The touches, the kisses, the press of his body against mine. It wasn’t enough. I’d never felt this aching pressure before. An emptiness replaced the high he gave me on the couch, and I knew what I needed to fill it. Him. All of him.
