Rhysand.
“That’s right,” I growl, satisfaction flooding me. I drop lower, kissing down her chest, pushing the dress aside to put one hardened n****e into my mouth.
“Oh God…” Her back arches to fit her breast well into my mouth and I reward her by sucking it like it’s f*****g nectar. It just might be with how much I’ve wanted to do this.
Time spent with her leaves me unsatisfied, craving more and with her submitting so well, it’s like f*****g Christmas.
I move my mouth to the other breast, nipping and sucking and getting so turned on from her throaty moans that my head feels cloudy, like I’m drunk on Rain.
When I finish, I sink to my knees in front of her. The marble is hard against my knees, but I don’t care.
She blinks, about to say something but I raise her legs and push her thigh
