Warmth spread across my face and I licked Damar's fingertips, my tongue slowly swirling around them and then sucking lightly. This had turned into something else entirely but I still didn't want to admit it.
Fenric watched from behind, having a satisfied smirk.
I parted my lips slightly, my breath hitching so sharply against his fingertips, and he could even feel it on his wrist. His body went rigid, as though he'd forgotten how to react. Even his tail—always so subtly restless—stilled completely.
I felt his fingers twitch once in my mouth, instinctive, uncertain, like he didn't know whether to pull away or stay exactly as he was.
And then, as if trying to suppress something, his tail that had gone still slapped on the floor and that caught my attention.
I looked at it, with his fingers still in my mouth, but it had gone still again.
What was it?
