First Glance
Our dark eyes met across the room, and a fire was lit from within.
His breath was sweet, like candy, puffing gently against my neck. The smell permeated the air as my fingers dug into his shoulders. The alleyway was dark, the brick wall pressing into my bared skin, biting it, leaving little scrapes and pinpricks of pain. His mouth parted and his teeth scraped as his hands claimed my skin, pushing my dress higher, gripping the curve of my ass, the roundness of my hip. I groaned into the c...