IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Adeswua whimpered, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Cael, please.”
He lowered his head, his tongue flicking out, tasting her. She was sweet, musky, intoxicating. He licked slowly, deliberately, tracing the sensitive folds, then finding the clitoris, circling it with the tip of his tongue. Adeswua cried out, a sharp, choked sound, her hips bucking against his face. He increased the pressure, sucking gently, teasing, watching her face contort in pleasure.