Sovia’s POV “Spread your legs, Sovia.” My heart pounded so hard I thought it was going to rip from my chest as his mouth kept teasing. Isaac was still there, waiting for him. But Zadekiah seemed like he had no intention of letting me go. And I didn’t want him to. My legs parted slowly just so I could accommodate his build. His hand stayed on my breast, circling the tip of my peaches with slow, deliberate pressure—thumb rolling all the sensitive peaks. It sent sharp sparks straight down my spine. “Good.” He let out a dark praise as he looked up. His mouth was glistening with heat, wet from where he had been tasting me, and he licked his lips like he was savouring the flavour. His tongue flicked the centre of my valley as both hands folded my breasts. “You have no idea how I’m feeling right now.” “How are you feeling?” I asked, as his tongue trailed upward to my chest, then my neck, flicking my skin until he swallowed my mouth in another wet, messy kiss. It was deep.
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