"Caelin—"
"Sit."
Sit.
He said it like a man giving an absolute order to his pack, and my body obeyed before my brain could even file the objection. My hips pressed down into his broad chest.
Then he licked me from bottom to top—slow, heavy, flat-tongued, gathering every drop of our slick—and every single logical argument I had ever won in a courtroom evaporated right out of my skull.
"Oh my—"
He growled.
Against me. Into me. That deep, rolling sound that started somewhere under his ribs and traveled straight up through my flesh. I swear I felt the vibration in my very teeth.
My hands slammed into the heavy wooden headboard behind his head, knuckles turning white as I tried to anchor myself against the current of pleasure.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice muffled by my wet folds
