“Your taste… Oh, Anna… You’re so addictive. I swear I’ll never get tired of eating you,” Lance whispered, pulling her head back and to the side, exposing her neck to the sharp, hungry press of his teeth.
Still shaky, she lifted her lashes as Lance sighed roughly, pulling away from her just for a fraction. Unwittingly, her tongue slid out, capturing his taste on her lips. Her lashes fluttered closed as she savored it.
Forcing a breath into her lungs, Annalise opened her eyes. A shudder wracked her.
“I’ve got no problem with that. Not one,” she replied in a husky whisper, watching him as she lifted her hand and pressed her index finger against his lip.
The pounding of her heart seemed to roar in her ears as Lance opened his mouth and bit down lightly on the tip of her finger, stroking it
