[versus the soft curve of his chest, pressed against hers. still, his breath catches lightly when he feels the nipping. guess it's time to tangle his hand in her hair, and pull tightly.

exerting some control even though he's the one pinned under? under her. he drags his nails down her newly revealed skin, lightly marking as she speaks.]

That'd make two of us.

But I'm not wired for sharing. I wanna hate you.