I was going to suck until I tasted milk.
And then?
I was going to flip her over, right there in the middle of the damn room, bend her over the arm of the couch, and rip her panties straight off her thighs with my teeth.
I was going to sink my fingers into her wet, pulsing cunt while my mouth stayed latched to her chest and growl mine between every suck, every bite, every filthy, sacred, primal kiss against the body she gave to me.
Because she is mine.
And I don’t care that she’s eighteen.
I don’t care that she came in crying.
I don’t care that she’s terrified.
Because I saw it the second she looked up at me with tears on her lashes and arousal on her breath.
She didn’t come here to be saved.
She came here to be claimed.
And I was going to do it.
Right f*****g there.
Until the
