"Glrk—glrk—gghhhkkk!" The gagging came with wet, obscene slurps as the cult's mother forced herself down his length, her throat stretching, choking, then swallowing him again. Each time she sank forward, her lips sealed tighter, dragging spit that strung from her chin to his shaft before snapping and dripping onto her breasts.
Cassian pressed her back against the headboard, pinning her arms above her and locking her wrists against the wood. On his knees, hips aligned perfectly, his length hovered exactly where he wanted it.
A guttural groan escaped him as he guided her head. Her throat convulsed with suction, her tongue lashing hot and frantic, refusing to ease even for a second. Those violet eyes—once sharp with murderous intent—now glimmered with something rawer, something she struggled to bury.
