Just like a succubus, my gag reflex disappeared entirely, my throat adjusted accordingly, and my mouth becomes velvety and sentient. But it also behaves almost alive, knowing exactly how to suck, exactly where to apply pressure, or ease off, and it constricted like a jealous serpent refusing to let dinner go.
Just to explain a little, that is.
“Hell on earth,” Lord Avantus groaned, voice heavy with bliss. “Feels so good, dearling, do not stop.”
My eyes had not left Revandrel’s, neither had his left mine. But now, that blank detachment had turned into smothering fire.
Seeing that impenetrable expression change because of me, shot a thrill to my spine. Much to my dismay.
But not nearly enough to make me end whatever this silent war of stares had become.
Still holding Avantus down my t
