Julia's POV
His hands gripped my thighs with a hunger that sent electricity through my entire body, fingers digging into my skin like he needed to anchor me there, like he was afraid I might disappear if he didn't hold me exactly where he wanted me. The intensity in his eyes was raw, desperate, and when he lowered his head between my legs, it was like watching a man dying of thirst finally find water.
The first touch of his tongue against me made my back arch off the mattress, a sharp cry tearing from my throat before I could stop it. Gavin's mouth was hot and wet and relentless, his tongue finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and working it with a skill that made my vision blur at the edges. My hands flew to his hair without conscious thought, fingers tangling in the dark strands as I pulled him closer, needing more of whatever magic he was working on me.
