The Good Bride
by Miss Brandy K
"Touch it," he whispered. "Touch me."
Adam can feel the moment that she gives into him. Her body, suddenly pliable in his arms, like putty.
A fire lights inside of her and her mouth starts to move as well, wrestling for control of the kiss.
He smiles a grin that's full of teeth and scrapes them against her neck, biting down hard enough to pull a gasp from her lips, close to his ears.