Thane’s hand tightened against her ribs.
I froze.
Perse did not.
She nudged my mind.
Impatient now.
Oh, f**k me.
I loved her so much it was embarrassing.
I retracted the claw, hooked the ruined fabric with two fingers, and dragged it away.
Then I looked.
And almost forgot every language I knew.
Gods.
She was wet.
Glistening.
Open.
So f*****g ready for me that my mouth actually watered.
There were religious men somewhere who had spent their entire lives praying in cold temples, and none of them had ever seen anything as holy as my mate spread out in the dim light, pretending to sleep while her scent begged me to ruin her.
I lowered my mouth.
The first lick was slow.
Because I was a gentleman.
Also because I wanted to feel the exact second she lost the game.
Her hips jerk
