Burning With Jealousy

With hesitance, my trembling hand wrapped around his wrist, the one constricting my neck. I tiptoed, stretching up until my lips brushed against his in a small, innocent peck, hoping to placate him.

He released another growl, a sound that sent shivers down my spine, before his lips crashed into mine, devouring them in a wet, passionate kiss. “You have not learned,” he said, his voice low and dangerous as he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “Kiss me… like you have been starved for years.” He licked my lips, the sensation both electrifying and dizzying. “You are parched, and I am water.”

And yet he didn’t give me the chance to show him that. He initiated everything and consumed me like food and water. I couldn’t breathe from the intensity of his kiss and his touch. I was drowning.