Every movement was measured—careful,devastating in its intent.His lips trailed lower,mapping the tender skin of her thighs like he was memorizing her pulse,her reactions,her undoing.Every soft graze of his mouth,every slow bite of his teeth felt like a brand,marking her in ways that left her breathless.
When his tongue finally found her core,It was precise—like he’d thought about this,dreamed of it,and now that he had her,he wasn’t going to waste a second.
She arched off the bed,fingers twisting in the sheets as he worked her with ruthless patience.The flat of his tongue dragged over her in slow,torturous strokes before circling the spot that made her legs tremble.
He simply learned her as he went.
And just when she was about to fall—he stopped.
he pulled back—only to replace his mout
