WARNING: This chapter contains mature sexual content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised.
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
"Ahh! Hnng! Uhh! Augh! S-sir-uhh!"
Aello's voice tore through the room-raw and desperate, edged with something close to tears-as she clung to the sheets so tightly her knuckles shone white. Her hips lifted from the mattress, legs draped over Psikh's broad shoulders while he gave himself entirely to her.
He parted her with his fingers, tracing soft curves of her folds while his tongue teased her clit, drawing slow circles around the sensitive bud. She could not have stopped him if she tried. The heat in her blood was unbearable, and his touch was the only thing that soothed it. More than relief, she craved this-how he woke every nerve ending in her body, a feeling she had found only with him.
