"Urghhh!" Alaric's voice broke into a guttural cry as she devoured him deeper, her head moving in a relentless rhythm. Her tongue pressed and swirled against him, tasting every inch, while her lips sealed tight around his thick shaft.
He gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles whitening, trying to hold on to control. But she gave him no escape. Every time he thought he could catch his breath, she sank lower, swallowing him down until the head of his length hit the back of her throat. Her moan vibrated against him, sending shudders racing up his spine.
"Ayesha!" he growled, his thighs trembling as pleasure built too fast, too sharp. His chest heaved, the veins in his neck straining, and before he could stop it, before he could even warn her, he released hot and hard into her mouth.
She didn't flinch. She swallowed every drop greedily, her glowing eyes locked on him as though drinking more than his seed alone.
It was raw, primal—dangerously consuming.
