Chapter 12

• Chapter 12: Craving More
• She still tastes herself.
• Tongue flicking. Lips slow, indecent, parted just enough to let his soaked fingers glide across the molten heat of her mouth. Salty, musky, sharp with the animal tang of her own climax. Her tongue swirls again — deliberate. Savoring. She makes a low sound in her throat, something between a purr and a moan, a fucked-up little vibration of satisfaction that runs straight down his spine, and Luca can feel his cock throb, heavy, vicious, so painfully hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t passed out from the blood loss alone.