“I plan to savor every taste of you,” he purred close to my ear. “Feel every perfect inch of you, hear every sound I’m going to draw from you, and watch––” His head dipped down to where my hand disappeared. His growl was low and primal, dragging his sight back up. “Watch when you take me beautifully.” His hand slipped up my side, phantom teeth nipped my lobe, and I unraveled.
