That was nice and all—no, it was fucking incredible—but not as good as kissing him. And I so desperately wanted to kiss him, especially after the gift he’d just bestowed on me. So I did. I grabbed his head and brought it to mine, my taste buds exploding with the taste of myself and his toxic, drugging flavor. I was on his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and it was heady enough that spasms erupted between my legs. Jude pulled away, breathing heavy with his forehead scrunched. “I just ate you.” I felt my own crinkle. “So?” His eyes widened, and then he grinned. “Chicks usually don’t dig being
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