Overwhelmed

I don’t know how much time we spend in shock. But our eyes widen and our lips are connected but not moving. We just freeze.

It takes some seconds before Nathan begins to move his lips on mine and when he starts, his eyes closes slowly. I am still frozen, my eyes are still open, looking at his closed ones. Just as if he senses this, he bites on my lower lip, tucking it forward and I groan at the sensation it brings and my lips starts moving on his…slowly.

Closing my eyes, the sound of the human gasping for air harshly on the ground, seizes and I can hear my own blood rushing through my ears. Raw power, I feel it. I also feel the bond come alive, twirling itself like strings and bringing us indescribable desire.

It’s nagging me, wrapping itself like a warm blanket around me and I like it. I don’t realize that we have moved until my back is against something hard. A wall. My hand finds his hair and I tug it back, making him hiss with how ha