"My Lord," she whimpered, arching her back again as his mouth reached the soft swell of her breast.
He didn't rush to take the nipple but circled it with his tongue, testing the exquisite sensitivity of the area.
When he finally drew the hardened peak into his mouth, Ravina cried out, a pure, unrestrained sound.
He sucked and teased, alternating between her breasts, his hands tracing patterns down her sides, pulling her closer to his chest.
His touch was masterful. He traced the curve of her waist, the slight indentation of her hip, before letting his fingers dance down the inside of her thighs again, stopping tantalizingly close to her center.
"Look at you," he breathed, pulling back to admire his handiwork—the flushed skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the pleading look in her eyes. "You are everything beautiful."
He settled between her legs once more, pushing his hardened length against her opening.
