Violet
I watched, frozen, as her tongue dragged slowly up the length of him. She swept from the base to the tip with a long deliberate stroke that made the man's head fall back against the pillows. His mouth opened in a silent groan.
She did it again, and again, and again.
Then she changed her approach, her tongue flicking rapidly against the tip, teasing, circling. The man's hands fisted in the sheets. His chest heaved.
And the woman...
She looked like she was enjoying it.
She licked him like he was something delicious.
I immediately looked away.
Nessa was leaning back on the chair, relaxed.
How could she be relaxed in this situation?!
Against my wish, my eyes shifted back to the obscene scene unfolding in front of me.
She was still at it.
Why did she seem to enjoy it so much? Did it actually taste good?
The thought sent heat rushing to my face, along with resurfacing memories of Kael and Rowan between my thighs.
They had done the same thing to me too.
