My Hungry Lover?

Dylan swiftly pulled away from June and released her from his grip. "Shhh..." he said grabbing her cheeks with his free hand. She panted loudly, taking quick, deep breaths. Her lips swollen and red, pressing her hand on her neck and looking at him with a horrified expression.

He carefully unwrapped her long, silky hair from his hand and leaned back in his chair, giving her some room to breathe.

"What... what were you trying to do?" she stammered, her hand holding her neck tightly.

He blinked once and stared into her eyes, "Kiss you," he said calmly, "I thought you understood."

She choked on his response, physically rejecting his calm attitude, "That wasn't kissing!" she hissed under her breath, leaning forward. Her face turned redder, and a distinct purplish-pink bruise began to darken on her fair neck.

His eyes looked at the bruise and quickly back up to her eyes, "I apologize... maybe I got a bit carried away."

Her bright blue eyes widened even further, "Uhhh, well yeah!"