This is going to be a short one. It's been sitting in my old journal for MONTHS! SO I just decided to write down and upload it for you guys. Please read my other stories and get me to 50 reviews on A Different Type of Green Eyes. I hope you guys like this story PLEASE REVIEW! ENJOY!
Clare's POV:
I was coming over to hang out and maybe edit any work he wrote. So I thought. I was always battling the worst.
We were talking when I suddenly realized that things weren't going to go as I planned.
Eli's house:
The conversation turned for the worst.
"Do I make you nervous Clare," he asked. His sweet and desperate breath trailed down my neck.
"N-no," I stuttered trying to keep a steady breath. Raging hormones. The worst! There were small shocks everywhere he breathed. He was kissing down my neck.
When he stopped I growled at him. I pushed him down on the bed. I took control.
I bit his neck roughly and he moaned. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I bit harder and he pulled my head up to kiss me. He licked my bottom lip begging for entrance. I let him.
Once his tongue was practically down my throat, I pulled away. He groaned and I laughed.
"So how does it feel," I asked him.
"How does what feel," he said confused.
"To be completely turned on and the the person turning you on stop," I said.
"Like a bitch," I stifled a laugh. I kissed him lightly and tapped his chin.
"Then think before you do it," I said grinning. He laughed.
"Maybe I like doing it," he smirked. Oh Eli. You don't even know what I'm capable of. I got my bag to get my cover up. I pulled it out and threw it at him.
"What's this for," he asked confused.
"Well you have a bruise on your neck. I think it's from me pinching you…with my teeth," I smirked at him. He opened it to use the mirror.
"You little devil," he smiled.
I knew that as long I'm with Eli (AN: which I hope he doesn't die and they stay together for a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery long time), I would be battling the worst. Damn hormones.