Urge

In response to his startling gesture of biting her lip till he could taste her blood, Ophelia trembled and stifled a gasp. Her body felt almost as though lightning were being zapped into it constantly. She clung to him as he retreated slightly till their lips were barely in contact. 

Ophelia never expected to feel this way, and to make matters worse, under him, she felt like a masochist. What on earth was he doing to her? She was about to say something when he smacked his lips against hers again, this time without warning. His tongue was buried in her mouth, devouring, sucking, and licking as if he couldn't get enough of her. 

Inexplicable pleasure flooded her entire being, and she felt something hot begin to bubble in her stomach. Heat arose between her thighs, and her breasts began to swell as the heat she began to feel increased in an astonishing degree.