Queen Of Hearts: My Ex Or My Next.
Vodka and lemon swirled on my tongue, blending into a cocktail of sharp sin and sweet fire.
I swept through her cheek, to her chin, down to her neck, sucking and licking with every nip. Her pulse jittered beneath my teeth, her soft flesh lapping my tongue like fine butter— F**k! I wanted more.
Rose rivalled cedarwood, beauty taming beast, and light clashing with darkness, all in a tangled web of lust.
She reached for my belt, unfastening the shackles, then it clicked— lemon.
“I'll take it from my back, before I eat lemon. I hate that fruit. It slaps worse than Abuela.”
Bab Populer