Burning me

Chapter twenty four - Venera

That kiss was different than the others. It was anything but soft and sweet, but not anywhere close to terrible. It was ten times better. It was a hunger, claiming kiss. It was nothing like the ones he gave me till then. I doubted that could compare to anything he could give me.

That scared me a little, but in the good way, if that was possible.

Through the kiss he showed me that he was owning me, that I belonged to him and that I'd never find someone else attractive. I didn't want to either. I knew he ruined my chances with another guy the moment I saw him.

My fingers curled in his short hair and pulled, forcing his lips closer to mine. He groaned, his tongue meekly touching my lips as he asked for entry permission. One of his hands pulled at my waist making my mouth open in an intended gasp. He stole the breath of air when his tongue entered my mouth. I moaned into his mouth when my tongue collided with my lips, making me melt into his touch. His tongue fought with mine for dominance and it was pretty clear he won. He had me at his feet a long time ago.

His left hand tangled it's fingers in my hair, pulling slightly. My head was dipped back since he was taller. The hand which was on my waist fell slowly, squeezing lightly my thigh. He leaned me on my back as his right knee spread my legs. He was on top of me, his length pressing on my lower stomach just above my thigh. A small moan escaped me and his hips moved further, pressing himself against me.

My hands were fisting his hair, pulling it and I couldn't help but feel like a purring cat.

My heart was thumbing in my chest, beating like I just ran the marathon. My stomach filled with butterflies, tingling me. I felt a pool of dampness forming between my legs, because of his knee pressed against my opening.

Moments later into the kiss, I felt breathless, but didn't dare pull away. His right hand on my thigh moved lower on my skin. The moment his fingertips touched my skin, it tingled and sparks ran through my body.

He parted our lips with a gasp at our touch, removing his hand. It took a second that felt like an eternity with each other's lips above the other, our fast and unsteady breathing dancing together in sink. My eyes opened slowly and I saw his whiskey eyes staring back at me with the same hunger my eyes held.

His fingertips touched my skin again, making the sparks intensify. His eyez lit, showing me he felt it too. It felt magical, or like I've felt his touch before.

You know, when you see that character in a movie and you've seen him in a movie before, but you can't remember which one.

That wass what it felt like, which was weird, because we touched all week. All week it was intense and lustful, but that was different. It was like a familiar feeling erupted in both of us. A forgotten feeling engulfing both of us.

He slammed his lips on mine, kissing me so desperately that his whole body curved into mine like it was the missing piece of the puzzle. My skin was burning, aching for his touch. I moved my hands under his t-shirt, touching his back. His skin was burning, feeling like a fire along with mine.

We couldn't keep each other's hands away from the other. He rose my dress with both of his hands without breaking the kiss and he touched me just as greedily as I was touching him. His rough, big and strong hands squeezed the meat on my bones, feeling those sparkles like fireworks.

He broke the kiss a few moments later, tracing kisses down my chin to my neck, nipping at my skin. I was biting my lip to resist the moans, but I was a weak person. I gave in quickly when he reached my soft spot behind my ear. My back arched when he took my earlobe in his mouth, practically begging for more. One of his rough hands stroked my neck, sending shivers down my spine.