I leaned in close and startled her with one long lick from the bottom of her seam all the way to the top, stopping briefly to circle her needy little c**t, the perfect bud practically crying for attention. But I didn’t—couldn’t—hold myself back like last time. This time, she needed all of me, and I had to get her ready.
She was so small and fragile, my mate. I sank two fingers deep inside her, and she arched off the bed, putting her exquisite round t**s on display for me. I growled my appreciation against her c**t, but didn’t stop moving.
“Oh Goddess, when you growl it’s, it’s—”
I did it again, pressing harder with my tongue and curling my fingers inside her, finding that hidden sweet spot. If I focused on her, I could pretend I wasn’t dogging the line of my self-control, wasn’t a basta
