˖᯽ ݁˖’s Reviews > Escape Me > Status Update

“James,” I cry, my head spinning. “James—”
“Say it,” he says again. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “I’m yours—”
He exhales, hard, and when I feel his mouth on me a moment later I nearly exit my body.
I go blind.”

“First of all,” he says roughly. “You’re mine.”
He glides his face down my body and groans against my ribs, pausing to press slow kisses to my stomach, my hips—
My head falls back.
He’s tasting me everywhere. I’m falling apart. I feel faint and feverish.
Delirious.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says, his mouth moving against me, his voice low.”

“Please,” I gasp. “Please—”
He closes his eyes against my breasts, breathing me in, and says, “I need us to be clear on a few things.” He presses soft, searing kisses to my skin, his tongue hot, the air cold. I close a hand over my own mouth. I want to scream.”

OMGG I CANT BELEIVE THISSS AA

“He dips his head into the crook of my neck, taking a deep, anguished breath before skating his face down my skin, his lips grazing me in the moonlight. I’m almost afraid to touch him now, afraid to feed this addiction, but then I’m trailing my fingers down the sculpted lines of his torso, and I hear myself begging him for something, one word rising like a prayer to my lips.”

“I curl my fists into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug, but he won’t close the distance between us. I want to pull him down on top of me. I want to feel the weight of him. I have no plan, no finesse. I can feel his own desperation—the strain in his breath, the coiled tension in his muscles, the tremble of his limbs as he breaks away only to kiss my neck, my jaw, my gasping mouth.”

“I want more of his heat, his touch, his breath. I want to inhale him. I want to taste him like he tasted me.
I’ve never felt like this, out of my mind with need.”

“When he kisses me again I dissolve on contact.
I try not to make a sound as I surrender, parting my lips for more of him, but I lose the fight along with my mind. My back arches beneath him as I push my hands into his hair, fingers scraping against his scalp, and I feel the rumble in his chest as he groans into my mouth, but it’s not enough to cure this ache inside of me.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice ragged. He’s looking at me like he’s gotten lost, like he’s not fully in his head. “The first time I saw you I didn’t even—Fuck, I just need to—”

“He puts me down on the sheets with the care it takes to set down a feather. He follows me onto the mattress, his sweatpants still riding low on his hips, and climbs over me, skating an unsteady hand along my naked body. I’m breathless, a flush blooming across my skin as heat pools low and deep inside me.