Seven
Fuck, watching Tasa come apart was a thing of beauty. Sure, Whistle had made many a woman come, but he’d never felt anything like the pride puffing up his chest at knowing he’d put that blissed-out look on her face. If he had to guess, this was her first o****m. Knowing he’d brought her to those heights filled his heart to bursting.
And it was just the beginning. Imagine what he could do when he got his tongue or c**k inside her. He’d felt the thin membrane when he’d fingered her, and like the scent of the kill, it had forged an intense desire of possession inside him.
Whistle carried her to the bar and sat her bare a*s on a stool, skirt still tucked into her waistband. The stunned expression on her face made him want to pound his chest in triumph. He restrained himself, barely. G
