Loss Of Control

His teasing touch and his threat incited a shiver down my spine. My lips part as my heat spikes. Ice and fire course through me, spiralling across my veins, in my blood, battling with temptation.

Eryx's pupils widen, and he inhales deeply beside my head before his lips slide down my cheek, tickling my skin before they roughly crash against mine. A light moan erupts between my lips at the sparks zapping from his dominating lips; his hand grips the back of my neck as he possessively claims me. The world around us blurs as the very centre of me is focused on this beast fighting for dominance, teeth and tongues colliding, hands exploring.