Valtira.
“You taste so good,” he growled against my mouth, sending shivers down my spine.
His body pressed against mine, hand roaming over my skin, sliding under my shirt as he pulled me up.
“Zarek…what did you both discuss?” I asked, pulling away for a second, my breathing ragged and heavy.
His gaze darkened and his hold on me tightened, making me wince slightly. “Not important,” He muttered, not giving me time to say a word before his lips met my skin, nipping at my neck.
I didn't push any further. I gripped his robe instead, wanting nothing more than to get the layers of clothing off him. I needed to feel the stubble on his chin graze my n*****s as he sucked on them.
The mental image alone made my mouth run dry. “Take me, Zarek…”
He pulled away with a wet sound, his eyes glazing
