Leah felt like crying from how damn good his tongue and fingers felt inside her. Every stroke, every suck, every flick of his tongue was like pure, burning worship and her body couldn’t take it.
She’d never felt this way. Not with any man. Not even close.
Not that she’d had many. Just one forgettable fling at seventeen when trying to numb herself, trying to pretend Cole didn’t matter. That guy barely lasted two rounds, and not a single second of it compared to what Roland’s fingers and mouth was doing to her now.
His tongue, f**k, that long, sinfully talented tongue was devouring her.
Licking and sucking with maddening skill, exploring every swollen fold and crevice like she was his favorite obsession. His fingers spread her open while his thumb rubbed slick circles over her throbbing
