He gripped your wrist as you treated the injuries on his face with a soft frown on his lips.

"Don't you dare talk to him again, or else..." he doesn't finish his threat.

Despite beating up the mere high school boy who was bullying you as a form of flirting, he was still agitated and wanted to do something more.

So, he pulled you closer to him and crashed his lips on yours, kissing you as if devouring your mouth.

He needed it, it felt like he needed it more than oxygen itself.