Thirty-nine

Chapter 39

Hope

Could a person use the word disoriented for the state I was in right now? One of Darius' arm was holding me up because I seemed to have lost all strength in my legs. His other hand was wrapped around my neck, keeping me in a chokehold.

The more I kissed him, the more the heat inside me seemed to be quenching. He dominated the kiss and sucked on my tongue, making my head light. I couldn't breathe. Like he knew exactly that, he broke the kiss and went for the hollow of my neck and started to suck on it.

I let out a foreign sound as his hand on my throat slid down to my right breast. Darius clearly knew what he was doing because he swept me off my feet and carried me to his king-sized bed.

My back hit the cushion and I let out a whimper. Darius quickly climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs that were spread. His lips came down on mine again and heavens, I went senseless.

All I could think of was the heat I was feeling and the person who was extinguishing it.