KIVA'S POV
Gosh he tastes so sweet. I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of him. I want him to touch me. Every bit of my skin. "Touch me." I whisper as I suck on his lower lip. And he does, I can feel his hand on my bare back, caressing, stroking, teasing. And I love how he touches me. I love the roughness of his fingers on my skin.
A strained moan escapes my lips and trails deep into his mouth as he cups my breast in his palm. Oh, I'd die before I ever admit it, but I missed his touch, I missed his hands on me. I miss this fire that he's able to evoke inside of me. I miss this burning sensation, this desire to want something so badly. Like I want him.
Good thing this is a dream, I can have him here at least. I can give myself to him in my dream.
