Jericho
She was panting. She shook her head, fighting something as her eyes blinked from blue to black to red. It remained on red. Her lips were kiss swollen, chin smeared with a hint of red.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Her head dripped and her full mouth pressed to the hinge of my jaw. Soft. Then harder. Her teeth scraped along the bone, and a shudder wracked through me so violent the bedframe cracked again.
"May," I started, melting like fucking butter as her tongue traced the column of my neck slowly, teasing, tasting where my pulse hammered against her lips.
If she kept doing that, I was going to fuck her through those shorts.
"Shut up," she growled against my neck and nipped my skin.
She didn't quite sound like herself. Her voice was sultrier, huskier, and I recognized just who was at the wheel.
