CHAPTER THIRTY – SIX: TASTE IT WHILE IT LAST
ETHAN’S POV
I was raised among monsters as a child and was taught never to crave anything. Everything is messy, used, and thrown away.
Why then do I feel the desire to lick her cheek till I claim those parted lips when I look at the woman leaning up against the wall?Why is she the first thought I have when I get up and the last thing I want to see before I go to sleep?
Because one taste is insufficient, Rose Amara is the forbidden fruit that I shouldn't have ever tried. The second, third, or tenth are not either.
Despite being in the most exposed position possible, she lifts her chin up. Her underwear is collected around her ankles, and her dress is pulled up to her waist. Even the flimsy elastic leaves red marks on her flawless, light ski
