25. You belong to me

I stood there, my body still trembling from the vulnerability that had overtaken me, while he was still kissing me passionately as if he were hungry from years when we had only kissed two weeks ago.

He didn't seem to be satisfied with my lips anytime soon. His palm that was resting on my waist moved up, his knuckles caressing my cheek softly, contrasting the movement and the fierceness of his lips against mine.

With a tender touch, he traced the line of my jaw, his touch electrifying against my skin. Time seemed to stand still as our lips met—a collision of longing and unspoken passion.

This time he didn't need to order me to kiss him back, as I found myself moving my lips in the same rhythm and intensity. There was an unknown magnetic pull in between us that was bringing us together, making us even more thirsty as we came closer.

I still couldn't get why my body was reacting in this way when I knew full well what kind of person he was. I know that I shouldn't be doing it. But all