The instant she moved closer to him, Coleman could feel his hand press firmly against her collarbone and it was in that instant that a surge of something unexplainable permeated through his blood - coursing around his body at a million miles an hour, willing itself to be released.
Her words - her moan - only exacerbated this feeling and no sooner had she spoke, had the drug-fuelled brother of the Beasley's moved his hand to hold her by the neck. His touch was still gentle and he wanted to consume her; his fingers digging lightly upward, his eyes fixed on her lips. He wanted more. He wanted this feeling that was rushing through him to penetrate her very body; he wanted her to feel what he was feeling, to experience every pulse, every contraction. He needed her to be one with him.
Leaning toward her, Coleman pressed his lips against hers, his eyes drifting to close.
Her words - her moan - only exacerbated this feeling and no sooner had she spoke, had the drug-fuelled brother of the Beasley's moved his hand to hold her by the neck. His touch was still gentle and he wanted to consume her; his fingers digging lightly upward, his eyes fixed on her lips. He wanted more. He wanted this feeling that was rushing through him to penetrate her very body; he wanted her to feel what he was feeling, to experience every pulse, every contraction. He needed her to be one with him.
Leaning toward her, Coleman pressed his lips against hers, his eyes drifting to close.