Rebel Luna
Slowly, he places his healthy arm above her head, under the pillow, and keeps the other, the one with the cut, still at her side.
“I don’t want to,” she whispers, pretending he’ll believe her even though the evidence is dancing right in front of them, but her partner’s sideways smile indicates that her words are in vain.
“You’re excited,” Selene is almost getting used to that voice, the mix of Sorem and Connor that once seemed a bit unsettling but now sounds sensual and captivating. “I can smell it, and it’s driving me crazy. I want to lick you all over.”
She makes no protest when he starts licking his injured arm, doing the same as he did to her face, leaving a large amount of saliva and, w