His stubble tickles my skin as he whispers in a language I don’t know, every word quickening my pulse. I don’t have to understand the words to know that what he is saying is utterly filthy. His kisses and his tongue dip between my legs and I let out a mangled version of his name, my hands falling to his shoulders. "No touching,” he orders, returning my hands to the rough wood of the shelf. Control freak. He brushes his lips across my inner thigh again before gently sucking my clit, his breath hot between my thighs. “Renna, you’re intoxicating. The heat of you, the taste of you. I’m drunk on it
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