"Spread wider for me," Lucien murmured, voice low and rough. His eyes locked on her soaked panties like a man starving. He didn't bother pulling them off, he just hooked a finger and yanked them to the side.
Her split turned visible before his eyes.
The first lick was slow, deliberate, dragging the flat of his tongue from her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit. Elise's back arched off the table, a broken whimper escaping her lips.
Even though Lucien had tasted her before, everytime she spread her legs before him felt like the first time over again. She was shy. She couldn't believe Lucien knew what she looked like.
