Daphne's POV
His palms moved to cradle my other breast, massaging the soft skin while his fingers teased my nipple into a tight peak. The combined sensations overwhelmed me. My breasts had always been responsive, but tonight every caress felt like electricity shooting straight between my legs. Each touch, each gentle pull, each tender bite made heat pool in my core.
He shifted to my other breast, lavishing it with the same devoted attention. His mouth felt scorching against my skin, wet and demanding. He drew my nipple between his lips until it throbbed with need, then eased the ache with soft strokes of his tongue. Meanwhile his fingers continued their torment on my other breast, squeezing and twisting until soft moans escaped my throat.
"More," I whispered breathlessly.
