Betrayal

His hand slid between my thighs, finding my sensitive clit, and gently pinching it between his deft fingers before rubbing small, lazy circles around the bud. My body arched into his, soaking in the heat of his embrace.

His lips brushed along my neck, trailing down, over my collar bone and along the slope of my breast. Valen made his way down my body, fanning the flames of my desire with every kiss and caress, until his lips were kissing the sensitive skin of my belly just above where his fingers worked to drive me higher.

When his lips replaced his fingers, I nearly came off the bed, sparks of sensation feeling as if he’d taken an electrical current to my most sensitive parts. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there, my fingers dug into his hair, my hips bucking into his face as he lapped up every drop of honey my body produced.

When my orgasm built, he refused to listen to my urgings for him to join me, instead