AVELA’S POV
His breath was a whisper of fire against my core, and then his tongue—God, his tongue—flattened over me in one slow, deliberate lick. My hips jerked off the bed, a sharp, involuntary thrust that made me moan his name. “Lucas…” It came out broken, raw, nothing like the woman who’d walked into his apartment hours ago with her walls up high.
He didn’t stop. He kissed me there—soft, open-mouthed, like he was savoring every inch. My thighs trembled on his shoulders, muscles clenching as his lips closed around my c**t. He sucked—gentle at first, then harder, a pull that sent lightning streaking up my spine. My hand flew to his hair, fingers twisting in the dark strands, pulling him closer. My toes curled so tight I felt the stretch in my calves.
Stars exploded behind my eyes. His
