His mouth crashes against mine, shutting me up and stealing my words. Cradling the back of my head, he devours me like I’m his last meal. I cling to him, opening for more. My nails bite his flesh. He’s not kind or soft. He’s possessive and in control. And it awakens pieces that have wilted within me. His touch is sin. His kiss poison. And I’m too busy drowning in him to care about a cure.
