Page 104 of Scars and Burns

Does he want to kiss me?

Goddess I want to kiss him. His lips look soft yet I am sure they could be quite bruising. Having felt them trail my skin before. I’ve dreamed about our earlier encounter. Fantasized about them.

About him.

Touched myself to the thought of him more times than I care to admit.

He steps closer. Looking down at me. I’ve dropped my arm with the flower, dangling it by my side. We are so close ourchests brush against one another with every breath.

His lips brush the top of my forehead. Skimming my hairline. I close my eyes as I feel them graze my skin.

He weaves one arm around my waist. Pulling me in. Our bodies are flush. I feel his dick. Even through his trousers and my own, I can feel him. I yearn for him. Long to be bare beneath him and him bare before me. It lies there against my stomach. I can only imagine what would be revealed if we were to continue. He moves his other hand to my cheek. His hands are huge. Engulfing the entire side of my face. His fingers weave into my braid.

His amber scent fills my nose. Spicy and rich. Warm just like the heat radiating off of him. Filling me to the brim.

A warmth I’ve grown to love so much I don’t think I will be able to live without it.

How can I allow this?

Saphrina believes him to be her mate.

But he can’t be. He can’t feel a pull towards her. Not when there is this unspoken, uncontrollable, gravitational connection between us.

I’m losing my resolve. The grip on my willpower is slipping away with every passing moment. Every second we are together brings me close to the edge.

My Goddess mark begins to burn.

That’s never happened before.

But I don’t mind it. It’s a comforting burn. It’s nice to feel something other than a constant chill or the sting of a fresh cut.

It’s him.

Only him.

Before I can think any further he’s smashing his lips against mine.

I pull away. Stunned at first. Glancing between his eyes for a few moments but then I give in. Giving in to the only one that has ever made me feel anything.

I return my lips to his.

Our mouths collide. Our tongues intertwined.

It’s long. Filling my whole mouth. The way he moves it against my own. I feel my center moistening between my legs imagining his tongue elsewhere. There in particular.

He tightens his grip around my waist and hosts me up. I wrap my legs around his torso. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever felt. Gripping him closer. I feel his hands on me. One gripping my ass the other splayed across my back, supporting me up right against him. His fingers are so long I can feel them curve around me. His hand filling the entire width of my back.

I give in to him. Dropping the flower. Wrapping him up in my arms. I run my fingers through his hair. Gripping and tugging, weaving my fingers in his raven locks.

His aggression matches mine. His passion consumes me. Our tongues dance with one another perfectly.

Feeling daring, I take his face in my hands. Intending to give him something in return from earlier. I begin to withdraw but I feel him hold me tighter, not wanting to let me go. That brings a smile to my face as I pull my mouth slowly away. Taking his bottom lip in between my teeth. Dragging it out and applying pressure ever so slightly. Breaking skin, I release his lip. Looking down at him with a smirk on my face.

His shock is evident but there’s something else.

Desire.

I watch him lick up his blood. He looks up at me and matches my devious smile.

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