Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

Groaning, he retreats, and I’m left cold and unsatisfied, choking on how
much I want him. His grin widens, revealing those perfect teeth that spend so
much time sinking into my flesh, and he wipes the corner of my mouth where
a little drool has leaked.
“We’ll put on a show,” he promises, squeezing the back of my neck. “Just
not yet. First, we have business.”
I nod, letting him lead me back to the security team, lost in the thoughts
swirling around in my brain, coagulating to solidify just how gone I am for
this villain.