His Regret, My Escape

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l. "If you desire something, I'd suggest acting on it." Something inside me snapped, and I grabbed his face, pulling him close, and pressed my lips to his. Our tongues entwined, and we kissed with much fervor, pressing our bodies desperately towards each other. In that moment, I was lost as awareness slipped aside; I forgot where we were. The feel of his skin against mine was the only thing in my mind. With every kiss, my need for him increased. I wanted to feel the bare expanse of his skin against mine, to have both our bare bodies brush against each other. I began tugging at his shirt, as if needing that barrier between us removed. However, he stopped me with his hands reaching toward mine, holding me. "We were in a bar," he said huskily, full of desire but that was going to stop me anyway. I whined in objections, not wanting it to stop, not wanting to let go of this moment. Not giving in himself, he held firm, his eyes locked on mine, the gaze burning with intensity. Just let me know whether this version is okay. "Then let's get out of here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with a sense of urgency. His eyes widened with surprise, as if he hadn't expected me to be that bold. "Are you sure?" he questioned again; there was a depth in his voice, hoarse, and his eyes blazed. I nodded, beginning to feel something like impatience engulf me. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. I burrowed deeper into his arms as his warmth wrapped around me. "Once I claim you," he breathed against my ear, "you will be mine-all mine." The words sent shivers down my spine, and this time, I didn't even hesitate. I nodded again, my heart hammering with eagerness. "Are you sure?" he said again, the eyes searching out mine for any sign of doubt. Only, by then, I had already cleared my mind. I wanted him, and I was ready in every sense to give in to him. "Just take me already," I breathed. His eyes glinted red, and with another growl, his lips crashed down on mine in a rather fierce kiss that was full of possession. The world around shattered, leaving the two of us, adrift amidst its intensity of feeling. "MINE," he growled softly, his voice into my mind like an echo, calling me totally to his body and soul. My eyes flickered open, sharp pain greeting me with a groan. I reclined against the headboard and tried to sit up slowly. My head was pretty foggy from the remains of last night's sprees. The room spun around; my stomach churned at the unease. I had had a real good going at reckless abandon, and now I was paying for it in a big way-not too pretty. I looked down at myself and all the way down to my naked body; except that I