Devour

Aldric lifted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he issued his warning to Islinda. "Mind your screams, darling, or this might end before it even starts," he reminded her with a cunning smile playing on his lips. He knew that he had ensnared her in his web with just one taste, and there was no way she could escape now.

With a quick motion, Islinda lifted a trembling palm to her mouth just as Aldric's tongue stroked along her folds, sending a jolt of electric pleasure coursing through her veins. She bit down on her palm, stifling the whimpers of pleasure that threatened to escape her lips, her other hand tangling in Aldric's hair.