my hand rested on her throat
not tightening,
just feeling the tremor beneath my palm.
she drew a breath
that barely made it out.
her eyes held mine,
dark and unsteady,
the silence between us
louder than any moan.
Clear the table
Let the room dim down
Silence until only the sound of pulses remain on the counter
Pressing close
Your fingertips along the spine
Until the rhythm is steady
Let the rising pressure build
Final rush, tangled together
Sharing a heavy sigh
I crushed her mouth to mine, tasting salt and heat, her gasp flooding my tongue. Fingers locked on her throat as she melted, bare skin burning against me. That kiss wasn't love. It was nothing but filthy hunger.