My Heart

'This is what you get for mouthing off to a vigilante.' My thoughts filtered slowly.
Again the gloved hand grasped my wrist, and this time the other tangled lightly in my hair. His
grip on my hair tightened, eliciting a strangled gasp from me. Robins head lowered and he
brought my hand up. The silken strip of his lips glided lazily over the exposed tender center of
my palm. Chills raced up my arms and through my muscles. I worried my bottom lip slowly,
struggling to distract myself from the leather-clad (No, kevlar, kevlar-clad.) hero directly in front
of me. A struggle I lost as he moved on to my inner wrist. Slow, lazy, open mouthed kisses that
shot my nerves. He suddenly moved me forward and against him. "Qalbi." his voice was quiet,
but I could tell that it meant...something