"Lick it."
Kael's voice dropped an octave—not a request, more like a command. His silver eyes locked onto Aria's hazy ones, and something in his gaze made her shiver despite the post-orgasm warmth still flooding her body.
Aria's throat bobbed as she swallowed.
His cock was right there—massive, throbbing, the veins along its length pulsing with his heartbeat. A bead of precum dripped from the tip, trailing down the shaft in a glistening thread.
She leaned forward.
Her tongue extended—tentative at first, small kitten licks across the tip that made Kael's breath catch. The taste was salty, musky, him—something she'd imagined in secret for years but never expected to actually experience.
Schlick. Schlick.
She took the tip into her mouth.
Schlp.
Her lips stretched around the head—warm, wet, tight. Kael groaned low in his throat, one hand finding her hair.
"More."
