"Damn babe," She moans into his scalp.
Her hands are tangled in his hair, holding his head in place.
He is currently devouring her neck.
Dipping into her pulse, he sinks his teeth not-so-gently into her skin.
She arches her back an lets out a shaky breath.
She can feel everything and is hyper-aware that he is giving her a bad hickey.
Truly, he just wants to hear her voice again, but he also wants to mark her so that piece of shit schoolboy knows that she is his.
And she most definitely knows the importance of that one hickey as much as he thinks she doesn't.
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Embodiments
Poetrytempting to touch the places she hates the most™ A 13-part poem book for all the littler things that leaves you with that tingly feeling.
