Three Trials (The Dark Side, #2)

by Kristy Cunning

and sucks it like he’s tasting the most intimate part of my body from the one piece of his body that has touched it. My eyes grow hooded, and that uncontrollable desire spikes even more like I’m caught in a haze. He closes his eyes like he’s savoring the taste, and my hands mindlessly go to his belt, undoing it like now he’s mine to have. His hands clasp around my wrists, halting me, and I look up to see his taunting smirk. “If we could have you, I wouldn’t be so selfish. I’d make sure you were well sated before taking mine, and I’d make you crave me as often as possible. The fact that I’m not your favorite kills me. But because of that aching need to be your favorite, I know you’d be the end of us.” He pushes away and starts walking, while I try to gather my senses. I shift back to my phantom form, still feeling the aftershocks of my first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. Who knew there were varying degrees of pleasure like that? Just a taste and I’m addicted. “Truthfully, you’re totally my favorite right now,” I tell him honestly as we exit the cave.