C10 TASTING YOU...

“Fuck me, please,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”

“Oh, I will,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re already mine, Robin—the moment I laid eyes on you.”

I nodded, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and accepting him. I had no energy left to argue with him about his self-assured remark.

I lurched forward with a swift jolt, leaning on my elbows and up on my knees, dragging Jack along with me