“I thought about my head between your thighs, drinking you up until you begged for me to stop.” Heat rushed through me and I grasped at his shirt when he made to pull away. “Leo—” “Don’t get me wrong, Calcaria was hot—” I sneered at the words, but Leo just grinned and nipped playfully at my bottom lip. “Don’t pretend like you don’t think so too. She’s hot, but baby, she isn’t you.” She isn’t you.
