The white sheep of the family
Letting out a huff of laughter at Weaver's complaints, Loren just winked at her. "I already knew everyone there was an Advocate, because certain members of your organization have looser lips than you. And I gave you the scones." He'd just teased her first, like he continued to do with her nipples, stroking them softly.
Smirking, he shook his head. "Not flattery. Just tell me what you like." As she bit down, he let out a groan, throwing his head back.
With that, he lowered one hand to his arm and propped himself up so he could kiss her chest again, his tongue replacing his fingers on her nipples. The other hand slid down to her waist to toy with her pants, undoing them as best her could.
Smirking, he shook his head. "Not flattery. Just tell me what you like." As she bit down, he let out a groan, throwing his head back.
With that, he lowered one hand to his arm and propped himself up so he could kiss her chest again, his tongue replacing his fingers on her nipples. The other hand slid down to her waist to toy with her pants, undoing them as best her could.
Will blood tell
