Twenty One.

Bella

I didn’t want him to stop. His lips were soft. His hands were rough. His scent clouded my mind.

As I lean into him, his fingers tug at my sweatshirt. Grazing my skin underneath. Sparks fly across my stomach at his touch.

“Stop.” I murmur against his lips. I just wasn’t ready for anything more. No matter how natural it seemed to be.

His hands retreat. He kisses me again. A little harder and hungrier than before. His lips move to my jaw and down on my neck.

It felt wrong but so good until I feel his teeth. He was going to mark me if I didn’t say something.

Why couldn’t I say anything?

Aiden pauses, like he was waiting for me to tell him to stop and yet I couldn’t. I was strong. I was independent and yet I couldn’t tell him to stop.

His teeth break the skin on my neck. His canines descend, penetrating deep into my flesh as he locks onto me. His hands hold me steady as his teeth seem to sink even deeper.

I couldn’t move. I felt powerless, like I was having my life stripped away from