Emma's moan spilled soft and broken into the quiet room, a trembling sound that rose from deep in her chest as William's mouth moved between her thighs.
He was buried there—face pressed to her most intimate heat, tongue slow and deliberate, worshipping her with a passion that made her toes curl against the sheets.
Every long, languid lick dragged along her folds, parting her gently, tasting the slick evidence of how thoroughly he'd already unraveled her earlier.
He lingered at her entrance, dipping just inside before gliding upward in a slow, wet circle around the swollen pearl that throbbed for him.
Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more, but his large hands settled firmly on the tops of her thighs—holding her open, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Not stopping her. Guiding. Adoring.
