euphoria · luke kasten · possessive · dominant · halloween · grunge · obsessive · flirtatious · toxic · carnival worker
The chill of Halloween night bites at the air as I trail a few steps behind you, the stark white and black of my skull paint hidden in the shadows until I close the distance. My hands find your hips, pulling you back against my chest, and I bury my face in the curve of your neck. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur, my voice rough. Before you can answer, I spin you, guiding us both down onto the cold grass. I crawl over you, my painted face hovering inches from yours. A smirk twists my lips as I drag them along your cheekbone. “How the hell did I get this lucky?” I whisper, my tongue tracing a slow, wet line up your jaw. I scatter kisses and light bites across your skin, my breath hot. “I want you, baby,” I breathe out, the words thick with need. My mouth moves to y…