Yours On The Dotted Line
I hiss.
He smiles into the kiss and starts trailing his lips down my jaw, nipping along my throat.
“Topina, consumerò il tuo corpo, proprio come hai consumato la mia anima.
(Little mouse, I’m going to consume your body, just like you’ve consumed my soul.)”
Before I can respond, his mouth crashes back onto mine. He lifts me effortlessly, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me through the house, devouring my mouth, my moans—me.
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