My Dace.
My beast.
My nightmare.
My heart.
I gasped when he grabbed my ass cheeks and raised me so I wrapped my legs around his lean muscular waist. As he carried me out of the pool with our lips still hotly locked on each other, Neither of us was willing for it to stop, to even give a moment to breathe. Not a moment to spare for this fiery moment.
When my back found the bed he pulled away and grasped my neck with a firm hold, his gaze piercing mine and stripping me bare. They were angry, hurt, confused, and a jumbled mess of numerous emotions playing out... like he couldn't control them and was unable to understand them. He's chaotic, a beautiful chaotic mess.
"You say I shouldn't fall for you," he said with grinding teeth. "Then what am I gonna do with this fucking organ in my chest that beats for you?"
Please.
