FREYA

By the time he pulled away from me, I was trying hard to catch my breath. Once I felt composed enough to talk, I tried shoving him off me but he wouldn't budge, I didn't want to think about the damage he had already done to my lips. When he leaned down to continue where he left, I turned my face coursing his lips to land on my chin.

"You can't keep drinking from me unless you are trying to kill me, please get off me." I hissed pushing back the panic tears I could feel burning my ...