Chapter 94
- While his head is lifted from my neck, I take the opportunity to plant my lips against his trying to keep him here with me. It works. Our tongues collide as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls exposing my throat to him.
- His teeth graze over my pulse. “Whose is this?”
- “Yours, Daddy,” I answer the ache in my neck making it a challenge to think straight.