Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
I could feel him getting close, and I didn't want to waste a single second.
With one final strokes, I drove him over the edge—his breath hitched, his hands clenching my hair. When he finally came, I swallowed every drop, my lips sliding over him, tasting everything.
He shuddered beneath me, his fingers tightening in my hair as I lingered, licking him clean.When I finally pulled back, he was breathless, eyes dark with something raw and hungry.
Without a word, I stood, brushing my lips with the back of my hand, my skin still tingling. "Next time," he said, voice rough, "You better come prepared to beg."