Chapter 911 Do You Want This?
- Posey
- Aris’s wry smile against the mark makes me quiver. “About the skulls? Or the helmet? Or the fact you went into the caves when I explicitly told you not to?”
- The column of my throat bobs when I force myself to swallow. My body feels electric, like one innocent touch from him is enough, but his tongue against the side of my neck is indecent.