“I don’t do kisses,” I panted, trying to catch my breath. “The thought of exchanging saliva with them disgusts me.”
He made a sound that was half amused, half mocking. “You dislike their saliva but can take their bodily fluids inside you?”
That familiar gleam in his eyes and that faint smirk around the corner of his mouth reminded me who I was kissing. Who I was pressed up against the wall, naked for. Not that I ever forgot.
“What can I say?” I rasped, still breathless. “A lady is allowed her preferences.”
“More of a w***e than a lady, my lady,” he murmured, voice like rough velvet. His eyes dropped to my lips. “Now let me teach you how it is done.”
He slammed his mouth onto mine again.
Another round of it. It was raw, intense, and unapologetic.
I lost all sense of time and place as
