Marked for One: My Vampire Fated Mate
Miranda Carr
One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs.
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman.
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.
She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step ...
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman.
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.
She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step ...