I loved him. I really did. His eyes made my heart melt and my thighs sticky. All the things I wanted to do to this man. All the desires and wild dreams I have had about him. I could taste him in my mouth while we spoke, yet we had never kissed before. We both wanted that to change, but were too scared to make the first move. At Least I am.
Last night as I went to bed I just could not stop fantasizing about him. His voice, his face, his arms. Imagining him wrapping his arms around me and making me his. I could not help but grace my fingertips into my sticky mess as I imagined him holding me and dipping his fingers deep in me. I groaned as I reached my climax thinking of him, his voice, coming down with me. We are meant to do so much more to each other. This is fate.
As I look at him everyday, trying his best to ignore me. I imagine him slamming me on the wall and taking me with no mercy. Biting me and leaving marks all over for only us to marvel at. But did you really love me as I wanted you? I knew you wanted to destroy my innocence and make me yours. But did you...