Pressing my lips against his neck, I could feel the throbbing of his carotid artery. The tip of my tongue sneaked out and lightly grazed his skin.
A thrill of power swept through me as I felt his pulse quicken.
Holding me tighter, he buried his face in my hair, broken phrases tumbling from his lips.
"Bella, please…"
"I never thought…"
"You don't understand…"
"Not allowed…"
His words betrayed his actions, because he was still clinging onto me, still caressing me.
It was then I realized that my loss of control was causing him to struggle as well.