Ache

It takes me over. There's a weight in the center of my body... a slow, undulating throb that moves outward... rippling, like a water ring after a pebble crashes through the glass-calm surfface. I can almost feel him... feel his warm, moist breath on my skin, feel the heat of his hand touch the soft vulnerable crevace of my neck, first gently... then his hand tightening around my throat, just enough to remind me I'm His. His voice a whisper in my ear, but courses through my entire body. Raw. Hungry. Ache.