He crawled up her body, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to every quivering, sweat-damp inch until his mouth hovered above hers, his breath hot and heavy with the taste of her cunt.
Starting at her throat again, he dragged his hot, wet tongue in one long, luxurious line down the elegant column, tasting the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath the cool skin.
The contrast—her chilled flesh against his burning tongue—only made him harder.
Then his mouth latched onto the delicate skin just above her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a deep, possessive bruise blooming on her pale skin.
Eira's breath hitched into a broken whimper that quickly swelled into a resonant, room-filling moan.
"Mmmhh—! Haaah… ahhn—!"
