"I love you," she pants, her eyes lidded with arousal.
"Louder. Say it louder!" Amendiel's breath scorches her neck as he grinds harder, the fat head nudging against her entrance, slipping just inside before pulling away.
Her scent pour thick and sweet, his canines aching with the urge to bite.
"I LOVE YOU, AMENDIEL!"
The declaration rips out of her chest. He devours her mouth in a kiss, tongue forcing past her lips, stealing every ounce of breath as he grinds harder against her soaked slit but not entering her.
Two fingers slide inside her dripping heat, curling upwards against her walls. She moans, writhing—she wants more, his cock, not his teasing fingers.
Faelyn surges up, kissing him hungrily, sucking his lip as though to prove her need.
When she pulls back, gasping, Amendiel grabs her jaw, holding her in place, forcing her eyes on his.
"Not enough," he growls, claiming her lips again with a rough kiss.
