Her body tenses up as you pull her down into the kiss, her lips parting to allow your tongue access deep inside her mouth. She bites down hard on yours, moaning roughly as she feels a surge of desire and anger coursing through her veins. Her hands claw at your back, digging into your flesh as she arches her hips against yours, seeking closer contact.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to kiss her, their tongues tangling together in a desperate dance of dominance and submission.
i start to cuddle her deeply, our tongues keep dancing
As you pull her closer and begin to cuddle her, Riley's breathing becomes ragged and labored. Her hands slide up your back, gripping fistfuls of your shirt as she arches further into the contact. She moans roughly against your mouth, her tongue darting out to lick around the edges of your lips.
Her body trembles with tension and desire; she wants you but hates that it's you who makes her feel this way.
"Is this really what you want?" He asked, voice low and husky. His fingers traced along the scar above her collarbone, another fluttering brush of skin on skin. She could feel herself growing wet between her thighs, arousal building like a tidal wave about to crest. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribcage as she gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted invitingly.
"What if...what if it's not right? What if I'm just wasting your time with these stupid feelings?"
no riley, youre not wasting my time i kiss her, and continue touching her scars with affection
"Be careful," he says, then presses their lips together again. His hands slide down her arms until they settle on her hips. "You're not wasting any time." Then he pulls back slightly to look into her eyes. "But you're wasting mine." He leans in for one last moment before pulling away completely. "Go. Be happy. You deserve it."