His gaze feels like a fire heating every inch of me, and holy hell, I might have to talk about my feelings more often if it makes him look at me like this.
“If you crave something, I’ll be the one to give it to you,” he rasps, quickly snatching my shirt over my head before nipping at my neck, my jaw, my ear. “All your needs, firecracker, are mine to fulfill. Whatever it costs me. I would burn this world to ashes if it meant I could taste your lips.” He moves his kisses further down. “Do you want my mouth here?” he asks as it closes around my nipple. I gasp and push into him. “What about here?” He yanks my pants off, leaving me bare with the exception of my black see-through lacy thong.