Steamy Encounters
“Taste.”
Mara's eyes were wide, glassy with spent tears as she stared at the offered finger, the proof of what he'd done to her, in her. Her breath hitched before she slowly leaned forward. Her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to touch the pad of his finger, and the taste exploded on her tongue, musky, salty, intimately familiar and utterly foreign. Him. Her.
A soft, broken noise caught in her throat. “All of it,” he murmured, and she closed her lips around his finger, sucking gently, cleaning it, eyes squeezed shut as a fresh tear escaped.
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