“A beast who wants to kiss your pretty mouth until it bleeds.” “Why?” The question both betrayed and assisted me, a little breathless as it fled between my tingling lips. Wrapped in silk and delivered with slowness, his answer wasn’t what the foolish part of me longed to hear. “So I can lick it clean until you heal, only to kiss your lips raw again.” A rumbled noise coated his harsh exhale. “And again.”
