Viya's POV
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he bent me over the armrest. The fabric of the sofa pressed against my stomach. My dress bunched around my waist.
"Spread your legs wider."
I obeyed without thinking. The command in his voice left no room for argument.
His palm smoothed over the curve of my ass—appreciative, possessive—before delivering a sharp smack that made me gasp.
The sting bloomed into heat. My thighs trembled.
"Caesar—"
"Quiet."
He dropped to his knees behind me. His breath ghosted over my inner thighs. Then his mouth was on me—tongue dragging slowly through my folds, licking up every bit of wetness like he was starving for it.
"f**k, you taste better than I remembered."
My fingers dug into the sofa cushion. He ate me out l
