He’s a god. A blue-eyed demon, a tormentor, an angel, a perfection. His irises shine and his lips are bright with the traces of my desire. As I look down at him, thighs still trembling, that wicked tongue of his flickers out to claim a drop of me that’s clinging to the short stubble of his beard.
“I think I might die if you don’t f**k me right now,” I breathe.
Immediately, I flush with embarrassment. I’ve never been a dirty talker, but something about Mat makes me feel so feral. With him, there’s a way out of myself. A freedom from my own body. Or maybe deeper into my own body, him granting me access to places I can’t reach on my own?
I don’t know. All I know is that I want more of it.
He’s still in his pants, which is criminal. The millisecond he’s close enough for me to reach, I claw
