Mia’s POV
As Griffin's lips pressed against my hips and slowly trailed along my inner thighs, a shiver ran down my spine. My body responded eagerly to his touch, my legs instinctively parting to grant him better access. It was a dance we had perfected over time, a symphony of pleasure that left me yearning for more.
"Stop teasing," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with desire. Griffin's lips curled into a mischievous smile, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. He knew exactly how to push me to the edge, how to make me ache for his touch until I could no longer suppress my moans.
I mustered the strength to utter his name, the sound rolling off my tongue like a sweet melody. "Griffin," I breathed, my voice barely audible. His response was instant, his focus intensifying
