Chapter Thirty-One: The Ties That Bind
Savannah's POV
"f**k, f**k, Orion," I gasped, my breath catching as my body arched against the cool silk of the bed beneath me. My trembling hands gripped the sheets, desperate for some semblance of control. "Right there, babe—oh god, right there."
The sound of my voice, raw and broken, filled the air, mingling with the wet, sinful sounds of his tongue as it moved against my p***y with unrelenting precision.
Orion was devastating between my thighs, his ethereal beauty made all the more intoxicating by the primal hunger etched on his face. His silver-blond hair shimmered under the soft morning sun streaming through the window, cascading over his sharp, symmetrical features like a halo. But there was nothing angelic about the way he was devouring m
