CARMEN
His fingers were woven in my hair, holding us together, but I wasn’t afraid the same way I would have been with Arthur. I love the possessive hold right now.
And then it happened. A growl tore viciously from Tim’s throat, filling the room. His hips moved faster, more determined.
His back arched, and warm strings of sticky moisture ran down, covering my still-pumping hand. I knew what that meant, but it was the first time I wanted more of it.
Tim’s breathing was ragged and heavy. There was sweat on his brow, and I leaned up and licked it. Weird? Perhaps, but there was something in me that wanted to taste it.
It wasn’t as gross or unappealing as I had thought it might be. There was a saltiness there, but he smelled fantastic, and that lingering scent seemed to carry over into the
