“Uh-uh, little Bunny. Eyes right here. I want to see it when it happens,” Talon growled, raising the hair on my arms. “When what happens?” I rasped, unable to deny how my own hips were beginning to lift. Wetting his lips once more, he lifted the salt shaker and sprinkled it on his mouth. Fuck. Bracing himself with his left hand on the back of the sofa, his right twisted in my ponytail. I was panting, and it really pissed me off.
