My stomach curled, flipping a thousand times at the sensuous way Blaise had phrased his sentence. I bit my bottom lip, my eyes trained on him in a honeyed gaze, unable to tear them apart.
He leaned in, gently pressing kiss after kiss to my lips, but I knew that they were by no means meant to be soft and careful. These were calculated kisses, enough to get me immersed in the wonders of his touch before he would pull away, pulling back just as I pressed on.
Every time Blaise pulled back, he wouldn't move too far away. He would simply smile, remaining just an inch or so apart so that our breaths still mingled but our skins couldn't touch.
Unable to withstand the deviously handsome smiles, I pulled him close and smashed our lips together, hungrily moving against him. Surprisingly Blaise complied, moving with me. His tongue ran across my bottom lip and I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to dart in.
