~Luke’s Point of View~
“Soaking wet already hmm,” I taunt, as I lick up Harlow’s inner thigh.
She smells like heaven, and she’s the closest I’m certain I’ll ever get to it. I pull her panties down as she lifts her hips to help me, and then toss them on the floor with the pile of clothes we’re already making.
“Luke, please! I’ve had enough torture,” she pleads, making me raise my eyebrow in question. I like to at least ATTEMPT to give a female an orgasm during foreplay. But torture you say? The word alone makes the desire and craving my body has for bloodlust tingle.
*No, don't go there! Just stop it,* Dante immediately warns. My mind goes hazy with the scent of her in the air and the thought of what her blood would taste like…
Ohh my sweet sunflower, torture? You’ve no idea what I c
