Chapter 86
The Xedjedy I was kissing was different. He wasn't as tender and loving as I knew him to be. His eyes were wild with desire and need to possess and own me. His kisses were urgent and rough. Fangs bared almost breaking skin. But somehow it was making me more sensual and passionate to be closer to him.
His roughness was awakening something wild in me. Something raw that wanted to be touched in a manner that ignites pain and pleasure at the sametime. Every stroke was calculated. He was making sure I felt everything. Every preasure of his touch was euphoric as he grasped both my wrists above my head. I felt vulnerable yet so wanted that I was spreading my legs wider for his access.
