The white sheep of the family
As Weaver followed up her words with another bite, Loren's breath hitched in his throat. Reaching up with one hand, his fingers found her hair again.
Using it to turn her head slightly so he could meet her gaze, he bit his lip. "Please?" There was a pleading tone to his voice, but his eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Those same eyes fluttered shut with a groan as her nails scratched his sides and she pressed her hips into his.
Unable to resist a little dig at her, he smirked. "I can ask it again if you like it so much." Despite the teasing edge to his voice, his fingers followed her lead. Rubbing them in circles over her clit, his other hand slipped down as well to continue to trace patterns along her thighs.
Using it to turn her head slightly so he could meet her gaze, he bit his lip. "Please?" There was a pleading tone to his voice, but his eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Those same eyes fluttered shut with a groan as her nails scratched his sides and she pressed her hips into his.
Unable to resist a little dig at her, he smirked. "I can ask it again if you like it so much." Despite the teasing edge to his voice, his fingers followed her lead. Rubbing them in circles over her clit, his other hand slipped down as well to continue to trace patterns along her thighs.
Will blood tell
