Stephanie

“He kisses like he plays, razing through my defenses, seizing the opportunity and scoring, over and over. He doesn’t only kiss, he’s out to devour me. To paint black stars in the midst of the bright white lights. His tongue ravages my tender one until no air is allowed into my burning lungs. Until I’m wheezing, silently begging and imploring. For what, I have no clue.”
― Rina Kent, Red Thorns