"You told me you'd never leave me." His lips graze my mouth. "Now, I'll show you what those words really earn you in return."
He picks up the second pair of ghunghroos, rubbing his thumb over the bells. The slow, sensual motion sets my nerves on fire. He lets the cold metal bells drag over my bare skin—from my wrist, down the inside of my arm, across the dip of my collarbone.
Your support helps me keep writing and sharing these stories. I’m grateful for each reader. Thanks for joining me on this adventure—there’s much more to come!
Write a comment ...