Sin and Ink (Sweetest Taboo, #1)

by Naima Simone

Because that’s how I feel around her. Like a caged, hungry animal just waiting for one slip, anticipating that one time when the lock on its prison is left open so it can break free and feast.

Reminding myself why I can’t ever suck on the skin right under his navel like it’s a Jolly Rancher.

She’d grabbed every sense, every heartbeat, every organ, every brain cell that made existing possible by the throat and forced them to function just for her.

The woman is my Bathsheba, my Delilah, my Mary all rolled into one. My weakness, my damnation…my strength.