Ronan paused briefly before his tongue delved deeper, parting Vivian's delicate folds. Her essence coated his lips, a sweet honeyed taste, like a heady nectar firing up his senses. He explored her intimate depths with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every tremor and gasp he elicited from her.
Vivian's body quivered beneath his heated ministrations, her back arching off the cave floor while his fingers sunk into the soft undersides of her thighs to hold her steady. Soft mewls of pleasure escaped her lips as Ronan's talented tongue danced over her most sensitive spots. Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him closer.
"Oh, Ronan… I can't… it's too much," Vivian breathed out her words.
Alarmed by her reaction, the Lycan Alpha immediately ceased the duties of his skilful tongue and lifted his head, licking the liquid droplets of her pleasure from his lips.
