99. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY’S POV. The door to my bedroom slammed shut, the sound echoing through the room as Zeke’s lips crashed against mine. Our mouths moved together in a hasty kiss. I could barely breathe, his lips were rough, too rough, and fast, too fast, as if he needed to consume me completely, as if this was the last time we’d ever touch. My hands wrapped around his neck, holding steady for a moment, but not for long. Slowly, my fingers slipped down, trailing over the hard lines of his chest, feeling the way his body tensed beneath my touch. Lower, and lower, until they wrapped around his hardened cock through the fabric of his jeans. I felt his breath hitch against my lips, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. I broke the kiss, slowly pulling back, my lips tingling from the intensity of it. My eyes stayed locked on his as I began to sink to my knees. My hands continued their journey, trailing down his chest, savouring the heat of his skin through the thin material of his shir