Celine POV
His tongues descend once more, relentless and ravenous, claiming me with each calculated stroke. Ecstasy surges through me like a storm, each orgasm more consuming than the last. Yet he doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. His relentless devotion to my pleasure is both intoxicating and maddening, a torment I can’t resist.
My body trembles uncontrollably, a live wire overloaded with sensation. Every lick ignites my overstimulated nerves, sending shivers cascading through me. I should push him away, plead for reprieve, but the primal hunger he stirs won’t allow it. Instead, I claw at him, dragging him closer, craving the agonizing pleasure only he can provide.
His claws dig into my hips, their sharpness a counterpoint to the slick heat of his tongues. Pain and pleasure meld, an alchemi
