Solana's POV
Marcel's breath brushed over my skin like a prayer. The way his hand and lips handled me like I was scared, like I was to be reverenced made my heart ache. I had never felt this worshipped, this seen.
He was not in a rush. He was taking his time, leaving slow, deliberate drawn out kisses along the line of my legs to my inner thighs. I was gripping the sheets, my legs opening wide, begging him to feast on my most intimate part.
When he got there, he kissed it and I trembled, a shiver running through my spine.
"Oh, Marcel..." I moaned his name, my head rolling back and my body arching.
"You like this, don't you?" He asked, his voice muffled as he began to lick me. "You like when I eat your pretty p***y like a dying man, right?"
I could not talk. I could only whimper, writh
