TAVRIC
She fights me.
My princess claws against my hold, her small frame twisting to escape the brand of my lips, but I am done with distance. My left arm snakes around her waist, keeping her flush against me, while my other hand abandons its post at her head for a more tactical strike.
I pinch the sensitive skin of her neck just so, and she gasps in pure surprise. That tiny opening is all I need. I push my tongue into her mouth, capturing hers in a dance that is just as dizzying and mind-blowing as before.
Within seconds, the hands that were punching my chest lose their fire; they slip into my hair, pulling me closer with a frantic strength I'm starting to crave.
"Tavric…" she moans as I ease back a fraction to let her breathe.
I don't give her the chance. I angle her lips better and dive back in, intent on making her regret every word of that rejection.
I want to drown her in my scent, to sear this memory into her soul until she takes it all back.
