A sense of urgency rose within him. No, he needs to be fast because he thinks he's on the verge of getting insane.
Little Lamb, forgive me. I really like it to be gentle, but I'm afraid I'll lose control in the middle, and changed into something else he doesn't understand. The probability is not small.
"I'm sorry." Dimitri instantly poured his softest kisses on the bitten spot that now had marks of his teeth, teasing it until he sensed she was no longer in pain. Only then did he continue trailing down, earning him a series of sugar-coated moans, sweet as the dews on her mouth.
Petals danced around him, not only carrying her sweet scent but also intense searing heat, encouraging his bites, licks, and nibbles to become rougher and his groans and pants to be more frequent. And that pole was painfully enlarging his pants, wishing to escape from its captivity. The veins on his neck protruded, and his breaths deepened, enduring the torture.
F*ck.