Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
My perfect Tiny Demon.
I hear Big King’s voice in the background, but it’s distant, unimportant. I don’t care. I’m too far gone, too lost in 'er. I need more. I need all of 'er. I want to bury myself inside 'er, claim 'er in every way possible, keep 'er close forever. I bite down harder, and she whimpers my name again, her fingers diggin' into my shoulders.
“I’m going to devour ya, Tiny Demon,” I growl, dragging my teeth across 'er stomach. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I want to taste every inch of 'er, mark 'er until there’s no part of 'er that isn’t mine.