He appears so composed and in control that I never thought his pulse would be this… erratic. It’s almost as out of control as my own heartbeat. “I can’t stop my fantasies, sweetheart.” He wraps his hand around mine that’s on his heart — his black, black heart. “But I won’t tell you the rest of them, do you know why?” I shake my head once. He yanks my hand away from his chest as if I burn him. “Because you’re not ready for those. I’ll tell you this, though.” He leans in to whisper in hot words. “You taste better than any fucking fantasy.”
