What 'Taste' Your Tongue Is Lingering For? [ R18 ]

"So, where are we going?"

Syna questioned him curiously as the engine started and the luxurious Bentley roared onto the charcoal road screaming silently.

Sinclair's eyes were glued to the road ahead when Syna questioned him while tucking her elbow along the glass window which was covered with a black thin paper in order to shield the view from outside.

"Wherever you want to, my love. Today we will act accordingly your will, tell me what taste your tongue is lingering for?"

Although Sinclair's words meant a normal conversation but in that situation those simple words sounded wrong.

So wrong, that Syna glared at him half flushed. The flashes of previous scenario roamed in front of her eyes as soon she heard 'what taste your tongue is lingering for'?

Sinclair peeked at her and when the lord faced the lady he shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression.

"What? Why are you glaring at me like that?"