THIRTY EIGHT

pov : aira

"I love you." He muttered against my neck. The tender brush of lips, and his hot breath drove me insane. Burning as they make contact with my neck. His hand ran through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. His other hand slides around my waist and pulls me close to his addictive scented body. He feathered kisses on my shoulders and in my hair. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be.

Our breaths mingled and I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the fast and rapid beating of his heart against my chest. My insides jumped happily at the fact that I could make him feel that way. I pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. His eyes were almost dark blue, not the bright blue that they usually were. The way he gazed at me set my insides on fire.