Chapter 870 Gasping

• Posey
• “You’ve always been a whiny, demanding, pain in my ass,” he pants, pinning my wrists above my head. His mouth is hot against the column of my throat as he traces a long, wet line with the flat of his tongue.
• He likes it when I writhe beneath him. The smiles against my skin paint my body with heat almost as much as the rough, nibbling kisses I know will leave little marks that won’t wash off for a few days–a brief reminder of tonight.