Waiting

**CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains violence that may be triggering to survivors.**

I held on tight as I ground against him with every need fiber of my being. He growled possessively in my ear and I made a bold move and kissed his lips, his jaw, his chin. Slowly, my kisses trailed down his neck and he groaned. I swallowed down a sob. I was already ugly crying, both tears and snots ran down my face. I was thankful, so thankful he was here. I pushed against his chest and obsidian eyes stared down at me.

“We don’t have time for this right now. We should get out of here,” I whispered.

His eyes dipped to my neck and chest. I could see the anger burning bright in his eyes and I knew this conversation wasn’t over. I would tell him everything and anything as soon as we were far away from here. My feet touched the ground and I turned from him, but a tingle on my wrist pulled me back. Large hands framed my face and I gasped as he leaned down. He pushed his forehead to mine, his nose to min