~Lyra~
“I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only remembers me. My skin. My p***y. My f*****g sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across the bed just to bury your face in me like you can’t breathe without it.”
He growled again.
I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through me like thunder.
And then—his voice.
Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make me clench before he even finished speaking.
“Say it again,” he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. “Say you want to be the only thing I taste, kitten.”
“I want to be the only one,” I cried, “the only f*****g one. I want your mouth soaked in me until nothing else exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your
