He thought of her neck and yearned for the feeling of this vulnerable body part beneath his hand. He imagined them together, his fingers lacing over her skin just below her chin. Her blood quickens in her veins. She trusts him, and yet, the more his palm tightens, the more aroused she becomes; the more danger seduces her and wraps around her mind, body, and soul just as tight.
Her pulse is unbridled as he pulls her face to him, so close, nearly kissing her but not yet giving her what she desires. Her eyes are pleading with him for more. He knows the moment he gives in his pulse will match hers and they will create the most beautiful chaos.
C. Stephens
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