Carnal pleasure had been something Emery observed in mortals from a distance, catalogued with clinical interest, and then set aside.
Until now. Now she was simply a woman lying open beneath a man she had only ever permitted herself to dream about.
Lin Feng's tongue moved with deliberate skill. He licked her slowly at first, tracing the tight outer folds, learning the shape of her.
Then he pressed deeper, parting her with his tongue, finding the small, sensitive peak above her entrance and circling it with focused attention.
Emery's thighs trembled on either side of his head. Her breath came in short, uneven pulls.
Every careful stroke of his tongue sent bright sparks of sensation through her untried body, sensations she had no name for and no defense against.
Her fingers curled tightly into the sheets.
