Savage.
As his words crept inside me, darkness unfolded within me. I covered my hands with my mouth.
My cell door clicked before opening.
“And I loved every inch of you, your pearl-soft skin, your sensitive body, your warmth, and your body underneath mine. I enjoyed every furking piece of you and I wouldn’t mind doing you over and over again.” Diablo added.
He saw the confusion register on my face before I could suppress it. A small smile played on his lips. I guess he gets that a lot. It wasn’t what he said; his words were vanilla pudding, sweet in their usual way; it was the richness of his tones—plush and warm. I was sure the cologne scent was his, even though I dismissed the idea that it couldn’t be him. It goes on to confirm that I am not crazy. I’d never have put the two of them
