A growl rumbles in the back of his throat, and he clamps his hands down on my waist, pulling me into him. I flaunt my clavicle to him, mewling when his lips leech on to the bone. He pulls the thin skin between his teeth, sucking, gnawing, then soothing the purpling bite mark with a lap of his tongue. Tiny aftershocks quiver through my body from the blast of his touch. “I…want…” “What do you want, Aeris?” Hayes teases, stroking his hand up my stomach, and I try to suppress the shame and discomfort that comes from him touching the most insecure part of me. “I—” I’m interrupted by the blaring
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