75: Enjoying the kiss

My throat dried up.

My hands became unbelievably clammy.

And for a minute, I thought time had frozen.

It was incredibly shocking that a man that seemed like he could angrily rip my head off of my neck was suddenly kissing my lips mere seconds after barking threats at me. My hands were relating awkwardly at my sides, my eyes were shut tightly as though I was scared of what I’d be met with if I opened them and my heart was threatening to push past my lungs and explode.

I had absolutely no idea what to do as his lips dominated mine fiercely and I just stayed rooted in one spot. What I knew for sure was that I’d never experienced anything quite like how he was kissing me, it was the direct opposite of the warmth and delicate motions with which I and Arnold kissed, his was one filled with immense hunger.

As his lips moved against mine it’d felt urgent, demanding and like it was borne from a predatory craving to dominate me completely. A strange feeling washed over me as I realized that and