Rowan
I saw a flicker of fear flash in his eyes. His eyelids danced as his mouth was left slightly agape.
This sight of him was honestly the best I have ever seen. It thrilled me, excited me and stirred something inside of me.
His mouth moved like he was about to say something, but I honestly could not hold myself back. His soft, plump lips were ready to take me in. No words needed to be uttered.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him towards me, gluing my lips on his own.
As always, my lips were ferocious and made with the hunger and rage I have been feeling these past days. I kissed him needily like he was water and I have been lost in the desert.
He fought away from me a number of times, hitting my chest with his weak fists.
"Stop fighting, goddamnit!" I snapped at him. He wanted to say something, to retort, to counter my words but I spared him not even a second.
