Cellblock Heat
A small, sharp bite.
“Fuck, Preppy.” I suppress a gasp—and maybe a smile. “What was that for?”
“I’m testing your kink. Odaxelagnia.”
I grin at the warmth spreading through my skin. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“A fetish kink for biting.” He shrugs, smug now.
“Fuck. Never heard of that before,” I laugh.
“Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, glassy-eyed, a goofy, sweet smile playing on his lips. “Good areas to bite—arms, calves, thighs, butt, and the back. Avoid the spine.”
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