His scent intoxicated me. He pushed me up against the lockers, locking his lips with mine. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance, but I denied. Pinching my ass making me gasp, he took his chance and our tongues fought for dominance. 'God he's a good kisser.'
He broke away from the kiss breathless. He grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear, "You are mine, and mine only. I am the only one that will love you, touch you, kiss you, look at you, and make u feel like this." I blushed at his words.
My mate will be the death of me.