Her breath caught sharply as I parted her soft cheeks with my hands, exposing every inch of her beautiful body to my hungry gaze.
“Oh gods, Menon!”
She was dripping for me.
My sweet Luna so wet and needy already.
Possessive greed surged through me instantly.
I used my tongue to lap at her slowly, savoring every taste before licking broad deliberate strokes from her slick folds all the way to her tight asshole.
Her cry echoed through the moonlit forest.
Legs shaking.
Hands braced desperately against the front door.
But I wasn’t stopping.
Not until she came apart for me.
She moaned softly, forehead pressed against her arms while I devoured her from behind like a starving beast.
And perhaps I was starving.
For her.
Always for her.
“Talk to me, Luna,” I growled against her soaked skin. “Tell me how it feels when I do this.”
She whimpered helplessly.
I stopped immediately.
The denial made her whole body jolt.
I dropped one hand to my buckle, unfastening it slowly before freeing my aching cock into my palm.
Fuck.
Watching her wiggle her gorgeous ass in front of me while desperate for my mouth nearly destroyed my sanity.
“Please,” she begged softly.
“Please what?”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice shook beautifully. “Touch me. Lick me.”
“I will,” I promised darkly. “But you must tell me how it feels.”
She nodded shakily.
Good girl.
I spread her apart again slowly, drinking in the sight of her.
Mine.
