In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother
It felt like my body already belonged to him.
He stopped when my dress was bunched around my waist. Nothing covering me down there anymore. His breathing got harder, hot against my skin. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes dark and locked on mine like he was holding something back.
Instead of going further, he went down on his knees. His lips touched the soft spot right under my ear. He kissed up my neck, warm and wet. Then he gave my collarbone a small bite , not too hard, but enough to make me moan quietly. My hands went into his hair, pulling him closer.