Sage's back arched off the bed.
Kael's tongue worked slow—agonizingly slow—dragging up the length of her slit in long, flat strokes that made her thighs shake. He held her hips pinned to the mattress with both hands, refusing to let her move, refusing to let her rush him.
"Fuck— Kael—"
He didn't answer. His tongue found her clit and circled it twice before he pulled away entirely.
Sage screamed in frustration.
Her tails thrashed against the sheets. Her claws shredded the pillow beside her. Golden eyes, blown wide with need, stared down at him between her spread thighs.
"Don't stop— don't you dare stop—"
"Stop what?" He licked her inner thigh. A tease. A torture. "I'm not doing anything."
"You're— ahhhn—"
His mouth returned to her clit. Sucked it gently. Then harder. His tongue flicked in rapid patterns while his lips sealed around the swollen bud and worked it with devastating precision.
