In Love With My Bully
His smirk was palpable against my skin, knowing he had me right where he wanted, every movement, every touch driving me further into a frenzy.
My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him closer. My lips found his with a hunger that mirrored the raw intensity building between us. His kiss was bruising, possessive, claiming me in every possible way. I gasped into his mouth, the sensation of his fingers moving inside me driving me closer to the edge, each stroke pushing me further into oblivion.