“Oh, little love,” he said. “You have so much to learn.” I felt like he was laughing at me, and the desire to make him suffer coiled tightly within me. I slid my hands around his neck and pulled him to me, our mouths colliding in a hot, too-simple kiss before parting for a few breaths. At the same time, I tightened my legs around Zahariev’s waist and drew him closer. He was exactly how I’d imagined, hard and thick. I almost moaned.
