Ivory
Cole ate me viciously. I was his dessert, his favourite meal. He had no mercy. Eventually, I could not control the volume of my voice anymore, and I suspected that was what he wanted.
He was more into it when my moans became louder. I couldn't tell why, but I couldn't think straight. I came one more time before he came over to me.
"You lied to me, Ivory," He said, and I wondered what he meant. My heart was racing, and I wanted to run my palm against his bare skin, feel him, touch him, and surround myself with his cinnamon scent.
I wanted to taste and kiss him, too. I wanted to show him that my love had always been true, and none of those things were true. That I will never hurt him. That it has always been him, but I knew I couldn't. In his eyes, I was guilty.
"You are soaking
