Slow
Hot
Wet
His breath slid down my throat like the promise of something filthy
Then he dropped to his knees
Just like that
Damon.
Alpha
Father
Killer
Knelt in front of me like he was about to f*****g worship
Or devour
His hands gripped my thighs
Fingers spread
Digging into the softness like he was measuring how far he’d split them
I was already leaking
Already clenching
Already soaking the damn mesh that barely existed
He didn’t lift the dress
He didn’t need to
He bent
Opened his mouth
And licked straight through the fabric
I cried out
The heat of his tongue
The scrape of his teeth
The suction of his lips dragging along my soaked cunt through the mesh
I couldn’t breathe
He groaned low
Dark
Like he’d just tasted the drug he’d been starving for
Then he gripp
