“I am not adorable. I am full of attitude and sass,” I muttered. He pushed off the covers and kissed his way to my chest, licking at a nipple. I gasped but kept talking. “I am a grumpy motherfucker. A force of darkness who can destroy joy with a single barbed comment.” He chuckled, nibbling down to my stomach. I smacked his head when he hit a ticklish spot. “I am violence incarnate. I am—Fuck, Liam, what are you—” I gasped, unable to finish the sentence, because Liam had just pulled my pants down and swallowed my cock like it was his favorite candy.
