She was intoxicating, her skin melted between my fingers and she was so warm. It was almost unsettling in a way. She smelt of cologne which was strange because I expected such a feminine scent. I could feel her breath on my neck as I held her in my arms. I could almost picture her tearing my throat out, and leaving my body across the floor to be devoured. In a way, it made me excited. I wasn't scared of her, I was intrigued.
"Arthur", she whispered.
"Yes", I replied.
"I think I can handle it finally", she smirked.
"Are you positive?", I asked.
"My god, you have no idea!", she leaned in and her lips met mine.
Fuck, she tasted so salty. It almost made me hungry in a sense. I could hear my heart pounding out my chest as her tongue wrestled mine. This would be the first time we kissed, and a part of me knew she was still holding back. She was still afraid; afraid to hurt me.
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Dancing with Horns
RomanceArthur was a 23-year-old college student. He spent most of his days watching television, taking a long nap, eating microwaveable food, and spying on his neighbor. However, this isn't the typical girl next door because the men she lures into her home...
