I got to my feet, tangling my hand in his hair again, holding him still as I licked what spilled from him off my hand, making a sloppy show of it. “Cole,” he whispered urgently, but not before swallowing thickly. His clothes were situated now, and the smart thing to do would’ve been to release him, but I had to taste his pouty lips. I had to erase Daniel’s mark there. I smashed our mouths together, tonguing him ruthlessly, spreading the taste of him, of us, over his gums. My heart sang when he gave in for a split second before forcing me away.
