Chapter 11. Mark Me

His lips open mine, tongues meet for the first time, and I experience my first French kiss with a much-practiced mouth. I groan, succumb to his expertise as he yanks me into him and crashes our bodies together intimately. Our teeth clash with sheer ferocity in the devouring way we go at each other, and his hand rakes my body, grinding me to him like he can’t get enough as I ultimately succumb.

Lust fuels the animals in us, and he picks me up under the thighs, his grip bruising my tender skin as he wedges his body between my legs, pulling them around his waist and walking me back so he can jam me up against the wall, to push himself against me fully. He kisses me harder, with a passion that sets us on fire, and I grasp and claw at his shoulders and neck in utter abandonment, scratching, biting, kissing, and finding my rhythm and confidence in what he’s doing to my mouth. His tongue caresses mine, and mentally I blurt insanely…

I want you inside me. I’m going to self-c