The way his eyes closed as he offered himself to me. The way his chest stuttered at my touch. Fuck, he’s like a wet dream come to life. Every single dirty and twisted desire I’ve ever had played out in front of me. Do you like blood? I fucking love it. My hand pumps faster, images of him sucking his finger flashing in my mind. “Wanna taste me, Whaley?” I want to taste him, rip out my knife and knick his skin. Suck on his flesh and—
