Ren's voice hitched, a broken sound caught in the back of his throat as he felt himself rapidly reaching a limit he didn't want to hit.
He tried to hide the moans, but they came out in jagged breaths, escaping his lips one at a time, the sound pleasing to Cilian.
Every nerve in his body was screaming, pleasured and sensitive, pushed to the brink by Cilian's relentless tongue and lips.
He fought it, his fingers clawing at the silk sheets until the fabric threatened to tear, desperate to deny Cilian the satisfaction of his surrender.
But the pressure down there was too strong. Cilian was relentless.
And so, with a choked, muffled cry, Ren came, his body shuddering violently as he covered his face with his arm to hide the shame burning in his eyes.
He didn't know where his semen spilled, but he had a feeling that that psychopath had it in his mouth, and then he heard the loud gulp that came from below.
