One second I'm kissing him like I'm starving, the next I'm flat on my back, staring up at him.
What the fuck. He's on top of me. His thighs on my sides.
Fuck me, he looks like every fucking thing I've ever wanted. "Rava—"
He drops his hips, grinds down. His dick presses right up against mine and I gasp.
Fuck. I grab his hips, grind up into him. I'm seriously gonna lose it. I can already feel the edge rushing in.
His forehead brushes mine. His hair falls into my face.
I reach up, push it back with both hands, holding him there. Holding his face. His mouth. And we kiss again.
Then he pulls back. Smirking.
That fucking smile is gonna be the death of me. He dips his head to my neck and bites with zero softness.
Sucks and licks and groans like he's starving for my skin.
"Fuck," I pant. My hands fist the sheets. "This is so bad, Rava."
He doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down.
"Then we don't let them find out," he mumbles against my throat. He kisses lower. My collarbone. My chest. My stomach. I can't fucking breathe properly.
He gets between my legs, grabs the waistband of my sweats and starts undoing the knot with his teeth.
"Holy shit," I whisper. "Is this real?"
He looks up, grinning. "I can't believe I'm saying this..." He licks his lips. "But if your dick isn't down my throat in the next thirty seconds, I might actually cry."
My eyes go wide. He starts to tug my pants down. He stops. He's staring. At my lower stomach. And I know what he sees.
The tattoo.
CHOKE HARDER.
Black. Bold. Just above my dick.
His jaw drops. "They weren't lying," he whispers.
"Someone said I wouldn't. So now I had to."
He smiles, and all I can do is smile too. Then he leans in.
No way. No fucking way. And he licks it. He licks the tattoo. Slowly.
His wet tongue drags across the ink. My whole body jerks.
My hand flies to his hair, grabbing.
He fucking looks up at me while doing it. Eyes locked.
Tongue flat against my skin.
Right above my dick. If someone walks in right now, that's three funerals, minimum.
I almost lose it. Right there. My brain is gone. Burnt. Wiped. He's licking my tattoo. My fucking tattoo.
