Roshan's mouth moved from her lips down her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and small bites that made her gasp.
When he reached her breast, he didn't hesitate.
He took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak with a delicate ferocity that made her toes curl. He didn't just suck; he used the slight rasp of his tongue, the predator's edge, to send jolts of electricity straight to her core.
He began to work her with a rhythmic precision that shouldn't have been possible for someone who'd never done this before.
But it was instinct. Pure mating instinct tuned specifically to her body. The bond guiding him, showing him exactly what she needed, exactly what made her squirm and moan.
"Fuck," she hissed, her head falling back against Nyx's shoulder.
Both men stopped instantly.
Their ears twitched in unison.
"Fuck?" Nyx repeated, the word sounding strange and heavy in the quiet cave. "Is this... some strange word?"
