His Serpent's Kiss
Leaning in gently, I relayed my words calmly.
“Oh Dante,” I whispered in his ear, itching to flick my tongue out and taste him. “You never cease to delight me. If Antonio wishes for death, then make no mistake I am glad to indulge him. Besides,” I let my hand trail down from the car window to his left thigh. “I am not afraid of anything. I have you to protect me, don't I, Solace?”
He flushed, his cheeks, neck and ears a delightful shade of red.
It was far too tempting to let it lie. I leaned down and closed the gap between our lips.