Chapter 200 A Hunger

• Faye
• I know we shouldn’t be doing this… our bodies flush and my lips grazing his fevered neck. His hybrid heart thunders against my breasts and I’m… trying desperately not to writhe against him, chasing friction I shouldn’t want–shouldn’t need.
• I almost wish he were still wearing a shirt so my fingers had something to grab instead of laying flat against his bare skin. I grip his shoulder, my other hand resting on the back of his neck as I lift my head to press a kiss to his neck, tender and… sweet.