VIVIENNE's POV
My whole body jerked violently.
It felt as if a bolt of liquid electricity had been shot straight into my spine.
I let out a shattered scream that echoed off the stone walls, my hips lifting completely off the bed as Rhys took my clit between his lips and began to suck with a smooth, rhythmic pressure.
"Oh! Oh God! Fuck.. Rhys!" I thrashed, my fingers tightening in his hair, but he held my thighs firmly pinned under his forearms, keeping me wide open, completely exposed to his tongue.
He lapped up the heavy flow of slickness pouring out of me, his tongue swirling around my entrance before diving flat against my sweet spot again and again.
His approach was intoxicating…patient, insanely skilled, and relentlessly focused on my pleasure.
Every stroke of his tongue felt like a cool wave washing over the fiery ache, but instead of putting the fire out, it was building a massive, unstoppable pressure in my lower belly.
