I bit my lip, my heart hammering against my ribs as I shifted forward. Drakon’s large hands cupped my waist, effortlessly lifting and supporting my weight as I climbed up onto the smooth, dark wood. He positioned me right at the edge—my knees planted firmly, my hands gripping the surface for leverage, while my hips stayed lifted and suspended over the side.
"Spread your legs for me," he rumbled, his broad hands sliding down to gently pull my knees further apart, opening me completely to him.
I held my breath as Drakon dropped to his knees behind me. The heat of his breath hit my slick, exposed center a second before his tongue made contact.
A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat as he dragged his wet tongue in one long, firm stroke—from my throbbing cl*t all the way up, lapping deeply
