Prologue
His body melts into mine like ice covered in chocolate. Our bodies become one with the music, the dance, the song—our song. His tongue delves into my mouth, massaging and kneading into me like daggers. It's a hunger—possession.His whole body echoes with the sound of his cadence, even though he conveys a different story-a story of intense passion and gratitude-grateful for our time together.
I bite my lower lip as it trembles. He bites down softly, applying pressure to the sensitized nerves. I groan softly and run my hands through his silky raven-colored hair. His hazel eyes burn brightly, a lingering darkness on the horizon. I shudder and shake as my body alights a new with pleasure and pain, the likeness of both coming as a surprise to my libido. My entire body hums to the sound of his ragged breathing. Leaning his head on my shoulder, he caresses my back, tapping his fingertips softly against my spinal cord and between my shoulder blades.
Will I ever get used to this feeling? Will the feelings I've conjured dissipate? Just like my feelings for chocolate or the smell of coffee brewing in the morning. Or will these feelings only increase with time? Time that we both know we don't have...