The guard knocked on the door so loudly, it was as if the whole kingdom was coming to its decline.
But Eltanin didn't leave her. Her pulse was pounding as her blood thrummed against her ears. He increased his pace over the apex of her thigh where he catered to her bud that was throbbing and needy. Her hips bucked in his hands. "You have grown wet for me, Tania," he let out a low, decadent growl.
Tania didn't understand what he meant, but she was wet. Her thighs were coated with her juices and she was sure that his fingers must have got coated with her juices.
"I would love to lick those juices from you," he whispered and she shuddered at the thought. A soft mewl left her lips. "Would you want me to do that?" he asked and she thrust her hips in his hands. His chest vibrated with a rumble of approval and he moaned roughly.
