“You are a woman of many admirable qualities,” he whispered, kissing me again, sucking and biting at my lips as if he wanted to taste more. “It’s a nice flavor on you. I want more.” His tongue glided down across my jawline, the movements of his lips against my neck becoming greedy. “I want to hear you beg for me,” I breathed. “On your knees, preferably.” “Why would I beg when I could just make you melt with a single tongue-lashing between your legs?”
