“You’ve consumed me entirely, Cignette,” he rasps against me. “And my God, I’m mad for you. Fucking ravenous.” He all but crashes his mouth to mine, making me arch against him. I’m wet, I’m hot, and it’s…too much. “You’re one to talk,” I tell him, and when he chuckles, I press my teeth to his bottom lip, puncturing the soft skin there.
