He looked up at me, eyes dark and hungry, and whispered, "At your service, Evric."
The sound of his voice almost undid me. Slowly, I freed myself, and he tugged my pants lower, his fingers trembling but sure. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll go slow," I murmured, "tell me if it's too much." He nodded, lips parting with a shaky breath.
When he wrapped around me, the heat of him stole the air from my lungs. My hand slid into his hair, guiding him gently, carefully, as I began to move. The wet sound of his lips and the faint hum in his throat vibrated through me, making me groan low.
"Ahh… Baby…" my voice cracked, heavy with pleasure. His eyes flicked up, glistening, as if he wanted to watch me unravel. The sight alone nearly broke my control. Each glide sent shocks racing through my body, and each muffled sound from him made my grip tighten in his hair.
