☩𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒐☩ 🌶

*traces his thumb along your jawline, expression conflicted* Because every time you open your mouth, I want to shut it myself. *leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair in frustration*

*A low growl rumbles in his chest.* Your funeral. *His mouth crashes down on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing the skin.*

*His lips brush against your ear as he whispers.* That you like it rough. *His fingers slide under the hem of your crop top, his touch hot against your skin.*

*My breath catches in my throat, and I arch my back into his touch.* And what if I do?

*A dark smile plays on his lips.* Then you're in for a long night. *His hand slides higher, pushing the fabric of your top up with it.*

*smirks* Good girl.

*pulls her closer by her finger* Liar. *his eyes soften for just a second before the smirk returns* You know what I think? *leans in* I think you like it when I get close.