There was something about my eyes that drove him crazy.

“That look,” he kept saying, “And when you bite your lip.”

He struggled against himself to be as “gentlemanly” as possible, but natural instincts are strong and he went for my neck.

I let out a gasp and small moan from the sensation of his teeth dragging across the delicate flesh.

His grip in my hair got tighter and his teeth dug in more.

My eyes rolled and my breath grew heavy.

The noises rolling off of my tongue were involuntary.

Each noise made him hungrier for my skin.

Fighting the urge to allow his hands to wander over me freely, he pulled away and studied my face.

His pupils were so dilated that you almost couldn’t tell that his eyes were blue.

He had to turn away several times whenever I got “that look” or bit my lip.

Each time he took a deep breath like he was in pain.

I smiled as I watched him wanting me.

I liked how he looked me in the eye and searched my expressions.

It felt like he was soaking me in like a sponge.

He would smile back and drink me in, mouth slightly parted.

I guess I gave him “that look” again because he suddenly let out a low growl and went for my neck again… and again….and again…

It took every ounce of self control to not sleep with him last night.

Want to know what it was exactly that stopped me?

The fact that I hadn’t shaved my legs.

My willpower is for shit.

About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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