Adrian's palm pressed against Christine's nape.
His hand was cold and merciless like a vampire's, pinning her firmly against his groin.
She started by tasting his crimson tip, barely touching it with her tongue. Even that light contact made it throb violently, the tip weeping with salty essence. Adrian's grip tightened at her nape, forcing her head closer until he pushed deep into her mouth. Christine could only comply, opening wider to take him in, gently sucking while her tongue traced the prominent veins along his length.
She had expected some muskiness after his long flight, but surprisingly found him clean and fresh, with only subtle hints of nicotine, red wine... and his signature cedar scent.
