Geneva
Demir’s hand moves to my wet hair, gathering it in a bun at the top and when I look up at him he’s so focused on me I can barely breathe. It’s like his golden-brown eyes have me completely trapped in his spell and I can do nothing else but obey every order he gives me.
Just to tease him I play with him a little more, sliding my tongue up and down his length, playing with the vein running underneath it, sucking on it and making him gasp in pleasure but I don’t’ do anything else. I am deliberately not touching him, neither letting him sink deeper into my mouth. Not yet. I am want him to scream first, to beg me for it. Or force his way in.
When I look up to meet his eyes, he looks frantic with need, the black in his eyes so heated it’s a miracle he’s not burning.
A devilish smile l
