Chapter 63

Mara

Without a word, I shifted our positions-pressing him gently back against the wall. His brows lifted slightly, surprised, but

he let me take the lead.

I leaned in, kissed the mark I’d left on his neck, and he groaned low in his throat, gripping my waist tightly. His fingers squeezed my ass as I licked a path down his throat, then across the smooth planes of his chest.

I needed to taste him.

I needed to feel him respond beneath my tongue.

Then I travelled with my tongue to one of his n*****s and licked it. His cinnamon scent engulfed me.