"Mmm..."
The small sound escaped her throat before she could stop it... half-surprise, half-curiosity... as the reality of him on her tongue registered.
But the second shock was the sheer, physics-defying size of him.
Even just accommodating the head, Catherine's jaw ached, stretched painfully wide, the muscles trembling instantly under the demand of a dimension she had severely underestimated.
Reality, she realized with a jolt of panic, was far heavier than imagination.
She was paralyzed by the fear of doing it wrong, of scraping him with her teeth, of proving herself inadequate after talking so big.
Then she felt his hand settle on the back of her head.
It wasn't a rough grab. It was warm, heavy, supportive.
His fingers threaded into her hair, gripping lightly at the scalp. A silent anchor in the storm of sensation.
"Relax your throat, Catherine," Alex's voice came from above, strained but commanding. "Don't just hold me. Taste me."
