Selfishness in Silence

His lips part in anticipation, flushed and lovely. She wants to bite them, suck them, taste them until she's had her fill and do it all over again. The desire in her throbs agonizingly. He's here now, physically before her, touching her, his scent all-encompassing and provocative as it swallows her, and he won't even allow her a simple kiss.

Monster.