Harlow, seated on the bed, stared at the spirit board, not quite believing what he had just said, or what had come out of her mouth in response. She had thought, with her refusal to get dressed, that it would show Caleb how hard it would be to live with her and that crossing over was the best thing for him.
Never factored in that he can touch you, did you? Didn’t think about how his touch makes you wet, did you? Just accept it for what it is. You want him to f**k you as much as he wants to f**k you. No amount of stubbornness is going to change that.
She felt a slow, tingling trail on her spine and closed her eyes, then moaned as both n*****s tingled.
He’s kissing my spine. I can feel him kissing it. I never thought I’d feel his mouth on my skin but I can and it feels divine. Holy
