My breath, shivering, sawed out into Sylus's lips.
Why had I thought that giving in to him once would have scratched this itch? It didn't. It didn't do any damn thing at all. Now I wanted him more. I desired him more because no one had ever made me feel like he did. It felt as if I hated and wanted him at the same time. I couldn't keep him away, but I couldn't let him close at the same time.
"Sylus…" He smelled like mint, his manly cologne, and something else that I just could never get enough of. Hot. He smelled like it and felt like it too. So warm.
Breaking me piece by piece.
He held me so close, body almost smothering mine, hands rubbing around the nape of my neck, soothing even.
"I want to do a lot of things to you, Harley."
