Heated moment

I held his hand, guiding him into his bedroom. It was a little morphed, not Leander but his bedroom. For the most part of this week, I had spent my time inside this bedroom and had nearly ripped most of the wallpaper out. The curtains were torn as well, thick gashes in the clothes, the lamp on the side table was broken, the sheets were fresh and new but the old ones had been torn as well. I was an inch away from shattering the dressing mirror two days ago but Leander stopped me and gave me what I needed. Blood. With hunger came a lot of anger, most of it I couldn't control. I was on fire day and night even though my body was cold to touch. Every time I would close my eyes, I would wake up with sweat rolling down my back and anger rushing into my veins for no absolute reason. I closed the door behind me once we were inside the room. Leander looked gruff, exhausted and I couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his mouth met with mine. Stronger than the