His hands were holding me tight, almost gripping my arms, and I began to feel the pain.
"Caden, you're hurting me." I whispered as I flinched from the pain I felt.
He didn't listen. He suddenly pulled me closer, slamming his lips into mine. The kiss was forceful and aggressive; it was bitter yet sweet. I was surprised and struggled.
Instead of letting me go, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I suddenly felt that his kiss had changed. It became gentle. I didn't realize that I voluntarily wrapped my arms around his neck.
I parted my lips when I felt his tongue brushing on my lower lip. He explored the inside of my mouth. I have never kissed someone like that before, so I copied what he was doing, entangling my tongue with his.
Why would my heart couldn't deny him? It's been years since I have never heard from him. I should have hated him, but instead, I felt so safe in his arms.
