“I’ll ask you again, Callie.” He pulled the triangle to the right, and cold air hit my exposed throbbing sex. “Why do you want me dead?” His voice was thick and sultry, as if he could barely restrain himself at the sight of me. “I’m not an as—” His tongue swept over my center from behind with one long swipe. I bit a mouthful of the bedding and tried to rise, but the steady pressure of his hand pushing my face into the fabric stopped me. I needed to get away from him. I was unraveling at his fingertips—and his tongue. Holy gods. My thighs shook in anticipation, and I was thankful my face was
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