Mark Me

Everything or Nothing: 6

     Tyler's distance from me made my skin itch. I needed him to touch me. Tyler was a couple of yards from me, his back to me and I wanted his eyes on me. Only me, no walls, just me.

     "Tyler, please... " walking towards him I grabbed his forearm and turned him to me,

"look at me."

      With no effort he brushed off my grasp and walked further from me. Turning to face me, from a distance, his eyes lit gold,

     "Emma, I need you to step back and turn around facing from me." His words were cold and laced with worry.

       Slowly, I took a couple steps back and faced the door that we came through, the same door I was trying to run out of, not to long ago.

     I heard his breath heightened, while the air in the room became slowly heavier then it was. Listening closer to his breaths I heard a distant, contained growl, where the hell did that come from?

    Heavy steps flooded my ears as I felt hard hands push me to the door, swiftly turning me around and lifting me up.

    "You are not allowed to touch me," Tyler's voice was husky and serious.

      A moan escaped my lips as his grazed my jaw bone, I don't know what got into him, but I'm loving it. Tyler, grabbing my thighs, moved from my jaw bone to my neck, weaking me. His teeth began to rub up and down the base of my neck, I need to scream, to moan, to beg him to forgive me, to make him let me touch him.

      His hands traveling up and down my thighs, slowly tickling my sides; Tyler's mouth was doing a number on my neck, sucking and pulling, I'm pretty sure he bit me a few times. Not being able to resist the urge any longer, I grabbed Tyler's head and brought him to my lips. Our connection needed to be made, he needed to feel my pain and regret, so I kissed him. I was kissing him hard. Rough. Rugged. Ruthless. He was feeling everything, including my thighs tightening around his waste, from the uncomfortable feeling of my arouse while my legs were wide open and wrapped around a sex God. My sex God.     

       His tongue lined my lower lip and I accepted the warmness of his tongue sword fighting with my own. My hands were going crazy- wild in his hair. Messing up every strand I could. He tasted delicious. He tasted better than any of those fucking cookies I was eating at the dinner. He will be my dinner.

     My mind was so dazed, drowning in its own desire to be with him, I barely noticed his tug away from me. Tyler's eyes began to widen as I watched him focus on mine.

       "What did I say about touching me?" His voice rang loudly throw my ears.

    And then he dropped me, sliding down the door I realized what I had just done. I became a confident women, one who took a stand! Okay, okay, not a big one, but I am so proud!

     Knowing him staying or him walking away meant everything or nothing, at that moment, slowly I began to stand, with my weak knees, and walked straight to him, catching him by surprise,  grabbing his shirt, pulling him towards me, smashing my lips to his.

       I choose Tyler.

       I choose EVERYTHING.