Huxley gives me no room, no moment to breathe. He nips at my mouth whenever I gasp for air, and when my lips sting enough to make me writhe, his tongue darts between them once more so I can taste the blood from my lips in his mouth. But I don’t want him to stop. Not when he bites down hard enough to make me cry out. Not even when his hands grip my hips so hard I know he’ll leave bruises. How can I want him to stop when this is everything I’ve pined for since he left?
