Cyrus releases a deep growl and his golden eyes start to swirl with red, looking like a mixing pot of boiling lava but I don’t respond. If he doesn’t like what I’m staying, he needs to stay out of my head.
Anyway, like I was saying. I’ve kissed before but it feels like I haven’t kissed before.
Let me be clear I have never had a kiss like the one that I have just shared with Cyrus.
His lips and tongue are my new favorite flavor.
“Is that right,” questions my mate with a smug grin, like he wasn’t just standing in front of me looking very pissed off. His eyes are now back to their normal shade of lustful gold.
“Your lips and tongue are also my new favorite flavors,” he continues on once again reminding me that he can now read my thoughts before he turns around to walk away.
Of course, I
