Chapter 1222 Feral

• Oakley
• Ian growls against my neck and tugs on the shirt until the buttons pop open, forced from the thread binding them to the fabric. My entire body hums with delight and adrenaline. Even the tell-tale ping of buttons hitting the ground does nothing to stir my heated mind back to reality. I’ll fix those later, while he’s mending the door he just kicked off its hinges in his haste for this.
• Ian slides his tongue over mine in a kiss so deep I feel heat lick down my spine and settle in my toes, which curl. I whine, moan, and writhe against him, begging for something only my body seems to be familiar with. This is new, I think, for both of us, this crazy, animalistic want, this heat that comes with the promise that this is just the beginning, and that right now, we’re being naughty.