Serial Killer
Prologue
I moved forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, my eyes zooming from his eyes to his lips and back. He grabbed my hips and gently pulled our bodies together, and I bit my lip eagerly. There was heat between us, radiating, making us glow. The music faded from our hearing, and he pressed his lips to mine.
For a moment my brain shut down, and the pure ecstasy of our shape-shifting mouths swirling and puckering with each delicious smack of escaping air overcame my entire body. The sweat on my brow cooled; the hairs on my skin stood vigilant, waiting to shoot off into space at any moment. My arms squeezed my his head against mine,my fingers tracing their way through the back of his hair while his explored my curves and thighs.
And that's when I woke up from the dream that seemed so real and beautiful. Just the way our bodies moved made me feel alive. But it was all just a dream. I wished for it to be real so badly. I wanted him in my room. With his shirt off and his godly abs in my view. With every sweet kiss on his neck I wanted him hear for me to touch and feel. Something to comfort me when I needed. I sigh and I drop my blankets to the ground. I'll pick it up when I'm dead.
