He reached out gently, cupping her breast in one hand. She gasped, body twitching beneath him as he ran his thumb in a slow circle around her nipple.
"My Lord…" she whispered, voice trembling.
"I know," he said, kissing the curve just beneath.
Venya looked away, cheeks flaming.
"Don't hide," he murmured. "Let me see you."
His mouth closed around her nipple before she could answer.
She cried out softly—half surprise, half pleasure—arching into him. His tongue moved in slow, tender swirls, teasing the hardened bud while his other hand traced lazy paths down her side, to the curve of her hip. Her back arched higher as he suckled, eyes fluttering shut, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He suckled gently, letting his tongue flick against her, then pulled back only to kiss lower, then return to the other breast, giving it the same slow attention.
Venya whimpered "My Lord! Please…" Pressing her vagina entrance on his tip.
Aiden grinned, "Alright!"
