Ready For Me?

Evelyn As the sound of the door closing reverberated through the room, my heart raced, thumping against my chest. Each breath I took was heavy, and my palms felt sweaty. My throat grew parched, and nerves danced within me. Yes, I was nervous. But amidst the nerves, there was no doubt in my mind. Every fibre of my soul knew that choosing Jacob was the only decision that mattered. There was no one else in this world I desired. From the very beginning, it had always been Jacob, and it would always be him. He approached me from behind, his hand sliding around my waist, drawing me closer to the warmth of his chest. I could feel his hardness against my back, causing the heat between us to rise to a few degrees. "How much can you handle?" He murmured, kissing my earlobe and moving down to my neck where he laid his leech-like kisses and left his red artwork on my skin, or so I could say, deep hickeys that'd take days to fade away. "I don't want you to hold back anything," I breathed out