I leaned in like I was going to kiss her, watching as her eyes closed, her breath quickened. Took in the anticipation and lust on her face that I was so used to seeing. My mouth ghosted over hers, the barest pressure against her lips, and she gave a small gasp as I did so. I reached up and threaded my fingers through the low bun she kept her hair in, and all of a sudden tightened my grip so that her gasp turned into a groan as I moved my mouth to her neck.
Mine, I thought fiercely. Mine.
ganz unerwartet - chapter eight
art by @romans-art











