Zain POV
Liam moans instantly, a broken, wrecked sound that punches out of his chest. I go slow, not to tease, but to show. My lips slide over the head, my tongue flat and firm beneath, and as I sink lower, I turn my head slightly to the left. Not much. Just enough. It lets the head angle past the pressure point in my throat without resistance, while also giving him more feeling. Then I pull back, breathing slow through my nose, and go again, turning slightly to the right this time.
Liam’s legs twitch. His head drops back.
I pull off with a quiet breath and glance at Scarlet beside me.
“Like that,” I say, voice even, mouth wet. “You don’t need to be forceful. You just need to be smart. Small turns give him for feeling, it changes the angel. Follow the path your body gives you. The deep
