Ciara's POV
Vulcan's mouth devoured me with a ferocity that left me shuddering, the sounds of his ravenous consumption filling the air. My eyes rolled back, hands gripping the sheets as low moans escaped my lips.
Suddenly, his touch was gone. Blinking my eyes open, I found him standing apart, gaze fixed on the attendant. "See how it's done? Now do better," he directed.
Vulcan shifted aside, and the attendant bent between my spread legs. But before he could make contact, Vulcan gripped his shoulder. "No, not that one. I said fuck her, not eat her out. Only I get to do that."
As the attendant complied, I watched Vulcan. There was a pained expression on his face, his breath shallow and his chest heaving. It was a look I couldn't quite place - was he hurting inside?
