Her head was screaming, screaming, and of the good kind, the kind where there was nothing but natural noises coming out of her because any kind of thought process was being completely devoured by his--- ohh.
She dug her fingers into his back, wanting to be closer, closer, as her skin burned and his hold on her burned, and--- her body shuddered, her skin came alive, and as a great sigh left her, her head fell forward. Vaguely, her scalp ached, her back hurt from being forced into the sink--- that didn't matter.
A reprieve, she wanted a reprieve, needed a reprieve--- he was hurting. Rose squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp. She found his kissing was too difficult to accept, now, and had to break away. To breathe, to tremendously breathe, laboriously breathe, to stop her head from swimming, to focus her blurred vision. Her eyes swelled, feeling much heavier than before, and she idly pushed her hand onto his face.
Her head slipped, rolled even, as she shook it. That was selfish. So, she leaned forward again, hand slowly sliding from his face and down his front as she drove her lips back to his. Maybe just a little bit more. This was too good of a feeling to loose just yet.
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