Losing Sanity

(From Ella's Perspective)

As soon as he said those words and I was trying to process everything, he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my lips on his with great force and desperation. This time, the kiss was far away from gentle- like a sudden tsunami as I struggled to keep up with it. 

His lips left mine the moment he realized that I had completely run out of air. He started kissing my throat and slowly licked the place in a seductive way that I could not help but fall in love with the feeling. 

"I guess I'll just buy another shirt," he said.

"Huh?" I asked, in a daze as his lips kept moving on the sensitive spot of my throat in a very sinful way. 

He grabbed the front of the shirt and before I could understand anything, he yanked it with great force that the fabric got ripped into pieces with the buttons falling on the bed and the floor, making little noises that were hardly enough to drive me out of the daze. 

"What did you..."