Chapter 73 Temptation's Edge

• I trailed my tongue down his throat, sucking and biting, my hands sliding lower, desperate to touch, to claim, to have every part of him.
• "Fuck your guilt, fuck your excuses," I moaned, rubbing myself against him, shuddering at the friction. "Let me feel you. Let me ruin you the way you’ve already ruined me."
• I kissed him—desperate, feverish—my tongue tangling with his, swallowing the groan that tore from his throat.