The Art Of Love / l.h ✔️
He softly bit my earlobe and I shivered as he tugged it with his teeth, a little smile on his lips. "Say it for me. I want you to say that you're mine, Fae." He practically demanded, softly brushing his lips across my jaw. I whimpered at the feeling of his mouth on my skin, but I couldn't find the words to say anythin...