His mouth meets my skin. “I think I like it when you say my name like that.” Unbidden, an image flashes through my head – Adrian’s body pressed into mine, my wrists pinned to the mattress, and me screaming his name. No, no, not now. Don’t think about this now. You’re supposed to be having a conversation. Still, I allow myself approximately three seconds to soak in the pleasure of the open-mouthed kisses he trails down my neck before pushing him away. And it takes just about every ounce of my self-control to do so.
My favorite monstrous pair 💗
