Intense. Loyal. Quietly dangerous in the way that makes you want to be bad just to see her smile.
She leaned in, her lips a millimeter from your ear. GothGirlfriends - Nika Venom - Enjoys Passionat...
"Passion isn't loud to me," she said, finally pressing her palm flat against your chest, right over your heart. "It's this. A slow, deliberate pressure until something cracks." Intense
She reached out, not to touch your face, but to brush a stray hair from your collar. Her knuckles grazed your jugular — deliberately. " she said
She tilted her head. A ghost of a smile. Not sweet. Possessive.