🍃 Arria POV “Is this how disgust works?” His voice sent shivers down my body. I shook my head. “You don’t use words, Arria,” he said huskily. “You don’t think my proof is solid enough.” Oh, my Goddess, it was more than solid. I wanted to tell him that, but I was unable to speak. His hand slid from my shoulder down my arm, slow enough to steal what little breath I had left, before he took my wrist and lifted it. “Keep it there,” he commanded, placing my hand on the edge of the towel. I did as told. “Good girl,” he praised, and my world tilted. Completely. My eyes closed on their own in an attempt to regain some sanity. He shifted and kissed my neck. Right over my mark. I lost it. A low sound left my lips. His hand shot up and closed over my throat. No pressure. Just there. Feeling the beat of my heart. And the way every breath left me. I liked it. Oh Goddess, I liked it so much. He kissed the mark again, then dragged his tongue over it. His index finger slid u
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