One Night,One Claim
“Rico…”
His gold eyes were molten pupils blown voice wrecked.“You’re going to kill me, little bridge.”I smiled small, teasing lips brushing his.“Then do it. Kiss me forever.”His laugh was rough almost pained.“You’re dangerous, little bridge.”I nipped his bottom lip light, playful.“You like it.”His growl vibrated through me deep, primal.“I love it.”He kissed me again slower this time savoring.Tongues brushed soft, teasing.Hands roamed his sliding up my back, mine clutching his shoulders.The bond hummed bright, hot, alive.When we finally parted both breathless his gold eyes were molten.“I could kiss you forever,” he whispered voice hoarse.I smiled shaky, happy.“Then do it.”
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