C22 His hot tongue

I look at him with hooded eyes, his breath hot on my face. His eyes are dark with something primal as he looks at me. He hooks his hands under my thighs and drags me forward till I'm sitting at the edge of the desk.

Time slows down as I wait in anticipation of what he'll do. The weight of his gaze pressed down on me. My heart hammered in my chest as his scent threatened to suffocate me