Elara's POV
Then, his mouth is on me.
The first hot, wet pull of his lips around my n****e elicits a sound from me I don’t recognize. It’s high and needy, and my back arches off the bed as if my body has been waiting for this my whole life. His tongue circles slowly, teasingly, before sucking hard enough to make my toes curl.
I’m shaking, clutching at his shoulders without knowing whether I want to push him away or drag him closer. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of heat straight between my legs, pooling into a wet, throbbing ache that makes it hard to think, hard to breathe.
Something strange stirs deep inside me, low and primal, curling tight like a sleeping beast shifting in its den. It makes my skin feel too hot, my senses too sharp, my entire body strung tight with an almost
