SONYA'S POV
"Learning you." He kisses across my lower belly, then down to my other hip. "Every freckle, every mark, every place that makes you shiver."
His tongue traces the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis, so close to where I'm aching for him, and I buck my hips involuntarily.
"Patience, little omega," he chides, his hands holding my hips down. "I told you, I'm taking my time."
He kisses down my inner thigh, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. Then back up the other side, still avoiding where I need him most.
"You're torturing me," I gasp.
"I know." He nips at my inner thigh, hard enough to sting but not to hurt. "But you love it. I can smell how much you love it. You're absolutely dripping, Sonya."
"Please," I beg shamelessly. "Please, Reign, I need your mouth on me."
