O’Brian to the bone, she had ink on her tits. Vintage roses and skulls. Daggers on her collarbones. I traced it all with my tongue until I found her mouth and claimed her there too. Her kiss was the only one I’d known my whole damn life. Sure, I’d fucked other people. She had too. But she was the only soul on earth I’d ever given myself to like this. These filthy-sweet moments where her breath became mine, the velvet sweep of her tongue enough to sway me on my fucking feet.
