[Warning: The following contains mature content.]
Lina knew she shouldn't believe sweet promises. Sweet nothings. Sweet lies. But he said it like a man in worship. And he looked at her like one too. Seated in his lap, her skin felt like it was on fire. His words enthralled her from within. She licked her lips.
His deep gaze flickered to the slow, tiny action. When his fingers dug into her waist, her breath quickened. He leaned forward, her skin humming to life. She wanted that mouth everywhere. He trailed a kiss from her throat to her neck, sucking and biting. She whimpered, clutching his shoulders.
"Are your words sweet nothings?" Lina managed to ask between her quiet gasps.
"Never."
The word left his mouth swift and hard. He didn't even have to think about it. He was certain. A man of his word. A man of honor. But how much honor could he have being waist-deep in blood and with a gun tucked in his dress pants?
