[Her voice stuttered through the word as his hips moved up against her. Did she even know what she was agreeing to? The bite pulled another low sound from her and she reached down to wrap one lapel of his jacket in her grasp. She went suddenly tight and had to turn her face away, hiding it against the crook of his neck.]
no subject
[Her voice stuttered through the word as his hips moved up against her. Did she even know what she was agreeing to? The bite pulled another low sound from her and she reached down to wrap one lapel of his jacket in her grasp. She went suddenly tight and had to turn her face away, hiding it against the crook of his neck.]
I'm close— too close—