“Are you saying that you have no self-control?” I groaned as he tweaked my n****e.
“When it comes to you,” he bit down on my n****e, “Control is a distant memory.”
His tongue swirled in small circles as he moved over the exposed skin on my stomach.
“Is that such a bad thing?”
Featherlight kisses pressed on the inside of my hips, and I felt my body come alive, “You will become an obsession that I will never be cured of. A drug I can never stop using. But I’m poison, baby. f*****g poison that will destroy you from the inside out. I promise I’ll be your demise.”
His words made a shiver of pleasure roll through me. There is something so sexy about him being so raw. When you lay your darkness out for someone, and they’re willing to accept it for what it is; It feels deeper than anything
