Ethan’s mouth closed around her swollen n****e, and Violet’s breath caught in her throat. Heat flared through her chest, spilling down her spine in a rush that made her arch instinctively. Her lashes fluttered shut as her hands slid up, clutching at the warm nape of his neck, her fingertips skimming the taut lines of his shoulders.
His tongue moved slowly, deliberately, tracing lazy circles over her hardened peak. The faint scrape of his teeth had her shivering, her knees feeling far too weak to hold her. She couldn’t help the sound that slipped free, soft, unsteady, need curling through it.
“Aah…”
His free hand found her other breast, kneading with slow insistence, his thumb brushing her n****e in time with the teasing of his mouth. The other hand drifted lower, tracing a path down her
