starlvcies ☆

“His hand shoots up, wrapping around her throat. “Careful, little viper.” “Or what?” She rakes her hands down his chest before slipping them underneath the dark fabric. “You’ll come in your pants from my mere touch?” Fire flares in his eyes, and he shifts his grip on her throat so that his thumb is pressing underneath her chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. “Oh the things I would do to you.”
― Marion Blackwood, Court of Lies and Deceit