CAMILLA
“Do we have a deal?” Rhys asked, his hot breath fanning my p***y and clouding my thoughts.
I knew it would be near impossible to accomplish this task because I was already resisting the urge to clamp my legs together with his face right in it.
Desire pooled in my abdomen, my body quivered with heat and with fog in my brain, I whispered in a shaky breath.
“Deal.”
He chucked deeply, “good fox.”
I barely had time to breathe.
Rhysand’s tongue dragged a slow, wicked stroke up my soaked slit, and I forgot how to think. My back arched. The sudden heat of it, the textured glide against the slickness of my folds, it was too much, too fast, and yet not enough.
A needy sound slipped from my throat before I could stop it.
He pulled back instantly.
I whimpered, broken and breathless
