THIS CHANGES NOTHING

Tremors shot through his body at my words and he froze. His breathing deep and shaky. His dark moved to stare at mine again. And I could clearly see the war raging in them. For a moment I thought he would pull away again. “This…” he rasped, his jaws clenching as his teeth grazed over his lower lips. “This doesn’t change anything.” And before I could even come up with a reply, his mouth claimed mine, hot and feral. My body pressed, flush against his, and I could feel every curve and muscle of his skin. Every core, vibrating with need. My fingers slipped from his chest, tangling in his thick mane of black hair, clutching the roots. His hands still around my waist tightened in a bruising grip at my actions, pulling me impossibly closer. His lips were hot and urgent, biting lightly on mine, then moving to trace each and every curve of my mouth with desperate strokes. He tugged at my lower lips making me gasp as he took that moment, slipping his tongue in my mouth, then he groaned as his to