“No, Juliette, I don’t like your hands in my hair. Pulling, tugging. I don’t like that it makes me imagine how you will do it when my mouth is all over your pussy. Eating you out. Is that an expression? I hope it is, because I want to eat you alive. I want to leave nothing for anyone else.” Katarina sucked the now-bleeding lower lip into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue, the action so suggestive, Juliette shuddered. “No, I don’t like it. I fucking love it, Juliette. I’ve fucking wanted you to do it forever. And I’ve just fucking wanted you forever.”
