Anna had lost count of how many times she came undone before him. Her body had surrendered to wave after wave of pleasure until she couldn't distinguish one climax from the next. But Daniel… Daniel never seemed to tire. He kept going, licking her clean with slow, indulgent strokes as if she were the sweetest dessert he'd ever tasted.
Only when her legs finally gave out—trembling violently before collapsing limply onto the sheets—did he lift his head.
He leaned up to kiss her lips, soft and careful, before releasing her hands from where he had pinned them. Then he pulled her into his arms. Anna melted into him like a limp doll, drained of every ounce of strength, yet she instinctively snuggled into his warmth and the familiar fragrance that always made her feel safe… and drowsy.
"You taste like heaven, wifey," Daniel murmured against her hair, shameless and low. "It makes me want to keep eating you forever."
