“I’m going to own this mouth again one of these days soon, Dacen.” It takes a substantial effort for me not to moan when Ryne licks the seam of my lips once. He drops my chin and steps back just as his friends round the corner. Our eyes stay locked until he turns around. There are silent promises made in those few seconds, dirty ones based on the gleam in his eye and the smile on my lips. Forget scorched. The flames from the blazing inferno that is Ryne Sutton engulf me completely.
