“I’ve told you before. You are a drug, especially in a place like this,” I said, my fingers still exploring her soft skin. “Warm pussy. Beating heart. Perfect, gorgeous skin. Your eyes are filled with fire, your mind churning with beautiful, dark thoughts. You are kind, but you aren’t weak. You’re stubborn to a fault. If you were mine, I’d spend eternity breathing you in, tasting you, branding every part of you onto my very bones.”
