“You want me?” he said with a low moan, then kissed my thighs. I squirmed, desperate for what he was withholding. “You’re teasing me, Hugo,” I said between rasping breaths. “Yes,” he agreed in a rich, low croon and swirled his tongue up my inner thighs. “I want you nice and wet when I fuck you.” Oh god. That dark promise sent another wave of desire coursing through me. “If I touch you, will you be dripping for me? Showing me how much you want me?”
