Atticus stopped and looked at her, heart skipping a beat. “What’s wrong?”
“You—you’re not going to do…that, are you?” Her eyes were wide, her face as red as he’d never seen it before, her aura trembling with embarrassment.
His gaze flicked to the triangle of ginger curls between her legs, to the tempting pink flesh underneath, glistening with her arousal. He looked back at her face. “Do what? Eat you up like a delicious dessert?”
She squealed and squirmed, delightfully bashful again.
He bit back a grin. “I want to taste you. And not just your blood.” Brushing her mind with a wave of pure sexual intent, he ran his hands down the sensitive inside of her thighs, to her entrance, grazed it with his fingers.
She panted even faster.
He traced the curve of her swollen nether lips, slick with her desire. “I am going to lick
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