Her tongue was a clever little thing, darting and flickering against mine like a living creature, weaving a spell of pure, unadulterated sensation. It had been years since I felt this specific kind of electric hum—the kind that makes the hair on your arms stand up and your brain go hazy. For a fleeting second, a flash of Emma Hopkins crossed my mind. The way she used to look in the early days, before the bitterness took root, back when she was still a creature of the city's neon nightlife.
No, I chided myself. Don't you dare think about that woman right now.
The last traces of hesitation vanished when Eva White’s soft, small hand found its target, releasing me from the confines of my denim. I felt her entire body shudder—a sharp, involuntary tremor that traveled from her fingertips to he
