Neck

When his skin touched mine, I could feel the warmth spreading from his fingers. His thumb traced my jaw and his pinky covered the base of my throat. The sharp intake of breath I took was not enough air to calm the racing of my heart. My eyes fluttered closed in content, the feeling of safety that washed over me, a wave of calm.

I could feel him move closer behind me, his body pressed against my back. The palm of his hand constricted, tightening against the side of my neck as he bent my head back with the force of his fingers still placed at the center of my throat.

I looked up at him, my eyes as frantic as my heart, staring past the glare of light on his glasses to his swirling hazel eyes. His smile didn't reach his eyes entirely. It was there, but his gaze held more... Hunger. A yearning for something and I had hoped it was me. Maybe my skin, or even my presence.

It was then that I realized just how much I trusted him. In this moment, I knew my life could mean as much to him as his did to me. My whole heart went out to him. For him to do as he wished and with no limitations. I, in that moment, became his as a whole.