“His hunger was a ferocious thing as he lowered to his elbows and let the yearning clench deep in his belly. The slickness of her desire beckoned him. He split her cleft with his gloved finger, coating the tip with her nectar.
She trembled, but remained silent, as she'd agreed to do.
Curious, he rubbed his thumb and finger together, testing the glossy consistency. Soon his cock would be coated with this, slick and wet and---
Christ, if he didn't get his mouth on her soon, he'd go mad.
Dorian had no fucking idea what he was doing, but her scent lured him down until he pressed his lips to her sex.
Her hips flinched beneath him, arched a little, and he could tell she fought to remain passive, but her body betrayed her. Good. Because his betrayed him, as well.
She tasted like heaven. Like desire and release. Like want and fulfillment. Like a woman. His woman. The predator in him was going to dine until he'd had his fill.
And he had a lifetime of hunger to satiate.”