Succumb, succumb is what Naomi's subconscious told her. Beneath Vance's arms, she felt the strength of his broad shoulders. He was pressing against her with heated persistence, the delicious warmth of an aroused man. Her heart hammered as his tongue skillfully but fiercely slipped into her mouth. He was consuming Naomi as if he wanted but not needed her. That’s what she thought when coherent words finally surfed. So much went through Naomi's mind as Prince Vance held her, sucking and tasting, savoring and enticing. She was falling, falling, until she didn’t think she could feel the floor beneath her feet.
“Stop, stop, stop!” She said, pulling back from Vance.
“What Now?”
Naomi couldn’t speak. Her mind races, trying to understand if this was real or Vance trying to get some gratifi
