“I’ll only swallow some of the flesh at your thighs,” Ridge growls. “But I’ll nip and suck at your folds and that sweet bud in between until the only taste left is my spit and your pleasure like salted fucking caramel on my tongue.” Her toes curl under the table. He hears them. Her breath is ragged and she is drenched for him. “Every time you come for me, Sadie,” he adds. “I’ll let you live another day.”
