Zane's lips never left her skin, the sensation of his mouth on her breast sending shockwaves of pleasure through Tahra's body. As his tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple, she couldn't suppress the desperate moan that escaped her lips. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, holding him close, urging him to continue. Each flick of his tongue, every gentle suck, pushed her closer to the edge of reason.
"More!" she gasped, her voice thick with need. Zane responded immediately, his other hand moving to her neglected breast, his fingers skillfully squeezing and teasing until her back arched off the wall, her body aching for more of his touch. The sound of her name on her lips, rasped with reckless abandon, only fueled the fire in Zane's eyes as he met her gaze, the lust between them palpable.
