ARDEN
My throat was parched, but it turned out it wasn’t water that I needed. The suppressant entered my lips, and I quickly swallowed. I drank his lips like it was the last drop of water on this planet. I could feel the effects of the suppressant kicking in, but even then, I didn’t feel like the beating of my heart was slowing down.
More.
I needed more.
I opened my mouth, and his tongue plunged right in, massaging mine. Another moan escaped my lips, and with that, he pulled away, but not without biting my lips.
I gasped before unconsciously leaning for more. However, when I saw his face, one that reverted back to its usual nonchalance, I couldn’t help but move away.
“You’re such a handful,” he said, shaking his head. “I told you—desperation isn’t a good look.”
Despite the remaining
