Her scent was sweet and intoxicating, I inhaled deeply, savoring the moment, letting it fill me, consume me. It was a scent I knew well, a scent that drove me wild.
"You've been a very good girl, Amber," I murmured against her skin, my voice a low growl. "And good girls deserve to be rewarded. They deserve to be… devoured."
And with that, I began to feast.
I licked and sucked and teased, my tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh, exploring every curve and crevice, every hidden pleasure point. I knew her body intimately, knew exactly what she liked, exactly what would drive her wild. I used that knowledge mercilessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
She cried out, a strangled gasp that was half pleasure, half protest. Her body bucked against the restraints, her hips lifting
