"Open your mouth."
His command was a low growl against my skin, his lips still wrapped around my n****e, sucking hard enough to make my knees buckle.
I gasped, the sound echoing in the quiet study.
He didn’t hesitate. His fingers, which had been working the laces of my dress, slid from the small of my back to my chin.
He tilted my head back, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.
I should push him away. I should scream. But the heat pooling low in my belly was drowning every rational thought.
My tongue darted out, tasting the clean scent of soap and pure, dominant alpha on his thumb.
He replaced his thumb with two of his fingers, slipping them past my lips.
"Suck," he ordered, his golden eyes blazing into mine.
And I did. My mouth closed around his fingers, my tongue swirl
