"Zeph, that's enough!" Anika moaned as I slurped her juices once more.
She told me I could mark her, which made me the happiest man alive, which is why now I want to make her climax as much as she can before I leave my mark on her body.
Her taste was an addiction. Sweet as honey, I could never get enough of her.
Every gasp, every shudder that wracked her body as my tongue worked over her was a drug more potent than any ambrosia. I was drunk on her.
"Zeph, that's enough!" she moaned again, her hips bucking against my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, not to push me away, but to hold me right there.
I chuckled against her, the vibration making her cry out again. "No," I murmured, my voice thick. "It's not."
I dragged my tongue through her slick heat, slow and deliberate, savo
