Bends to run the flat of his tongue against the first few vertebrae of my spine. And I fucking die. “Oh my God.” The sound I let out is indecent. So outrageously shameless, I have to close my eyes and pretend it wasn’t mine. It’s just—nothing has ever felt as good as being licked by Koen, there. Even if the act was clearly not meant to be seductive. In fact, it was more akin to someone tasting a dish to check if they added the right amount of salt. And there must be something wrong with the flavor profile. Because he mutters a low, deep, soulful, “Fuck.”
