Kayden
"I want you to lick it," he commanded.
I didn't blink as I stared at him. My heart was hammering hard against my ribs, fueled by the whiskey and his thick, suffocating pheromones.
I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, my eyes fixed on his as I licked the slickness slowly.
Rhys responded by moaning, and then he moved. His large hands slammed into the sides of my head to anchor me and then he leaned in to kiss me again. His mouth claimed me with a passion that made my vision white out.
The kiss was filthy, wet, and heavy with the taste of his desperation. Our tongues clashed in a fast tangle, sliding against each other slowly.
I let out a sharp, needy moan into his mouth, my fingers fisting into the thick curls at the back of his head. I pulled hard, my nails digging into his scalp, trying to ground myself as the world tilted around me.
