Chapter 32 A Tongue Full Of Him

• He smells of lavender and honeydew. He tastes like it too.
• Kallias held tightly onto my hair, gathering a good amount of strands and gripping them into a fist. My eyes were pinned on his middle and his middle alone. But even when I wasn’t looking up at him, I could paint a vivid picture of his delighted face, hear his delicious moans, and envision his wolf going wild.
• It was an insane thing to do in the middle of the street—technically beside the cobblestoned street—and in the midst of the vast snow and in the middle of the night.