Bab 236: At My Mercy

A smothered sigh echoed in the hushness around us. He didn't utter a word, but his hand sank into my hair, and the heat of his skin burning my scalp told me everything I needed to know.

I swirled my tongue slowly around him. The lack of light seemed to have heightened all my other senses, as the taste of him was even sharper on my palate than I remembered. Crisp like fresh herbs, mixed with a hint of earthy sweetness. The same as his kiss. I savored every inch of him before sliding all the way back, daring him with a lick on the tip.