Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
He did the same with my right nipple.
When he was finished, my breasts were throbbing, a dull, aching pain that was already starting to morph into something else. Something deeper. He leaned down and his tongue flicked out, gently lapping at the new piercings. The sensation was incredible, a sharp, stinging pleasure that shot straight to my core.
“They’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re beautiful. Marked as mine.”
The piercings changed everything. They made my nipples constantly sensitive, a constant, low-level reminder of his ownership. Every brush of my shirt, every change in temperature, sent a jolt of pleasure through me. And Caine took full advantage of