Bree’s POV
I've seen the shape of sin, carved out in human form, dripping hot with irresistible temptation, but this… This is the devil himself, father of all sin.
I gawk, stuck on his perfectly shaped face; his light brown eyes, cool like they were made from fire and ice. His refined aristocratic cheekbones, the sharp kissable lips like they can take me whole and rip me apart, every single spot they kiss.
And I want it.
Hard.
Rough.
Filthy.
I want them running down my smooth skin, leaving marks a tattoo gun can't. I want them opening me up, layer by layer till I'm bare… And f**k! I want them slammed between my thighs, sucking on the sweet cherry nestled between.
‘BREE!!!’
I'm too lust to be found.
His intoxicating presence consumes the place and makes it tiny, like I'm cramp
