Midnight arched into him, her small hands clutching at his shoulders. "Master," she breathed, the word coming out like a prayer.
Liam took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps, and she gasped, her back arching off the bedroll. He could feel how wet she was against his thigh, her wetness soaking his skin.
He moved to the other nipple. Kissed the underside first, where the skin was impossibly soft, tasting of salt and something like sun-warmed blueberries from whatever soap she used. Then up a Slow drag of his lips. He took the second nipple into his mouth.
"So responsive, good girl", he murmured, moving to her other breast. He used his tongue to trace circles around her nipple before taking it between his teeth, just enough pressure to make her whimper.
