ISOLDE
The wave crashes, but this time it's different, because even if they hurt, I'm too distracted by indulgence to be aware.
My hands clenches the sheet tight, back arch and legs parted as moan tore from my throat.
Whatever Drogo is doing, I don't want it to stop.
I take a glance at him. He is watching me with those dark eyes, nose, and mouth in invisibility as they are buried in between my legs. I try not to think of how sexy and sinful this look is, but I like the sensuality of it.
He hums, the vibration hitting straight to my spine, eyes half closed in the sweetness of my taste. Do I taste good? I want to know.
My curiosity quips as his arms grip my thighs closer at the same time as he shoves his warm tongue in. I groan in escatsy as my senses curl with the intense pleasure.
