Mouth on me, desperate and wet, I tightened my grip on Sylus's suit, unwilling to break the kiss just yet. I needed, and I wanted more of him—more of this man.
It was dangerous and intoxicating.
His fingers gripped harder on my hair, now only supporting himself on the floor with one hand. The kiss was full-on violent, breath-snatching, nothing like I'd ever felt before or gotten from anyone else. Only Sylus. Just this man, Sylus.
I was angry with him, and he was mad at me. He almost consumed me, and I groaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss and sucking in air. He stared at me with hooded eyes, and I leaned, pressing our foreheads together.
"I'm going to be here when you come home. I'm not leaving, but if you aren't going to choose me and you so badly want to get rid of me, do it...properly." And I got off him, storming off into the bathroom and shutting the door before he could say a word.