Chapter 893 – Her Rewards
Ariel obeyed without hesitation. She sank down, letting him fill her, her nose brushing against the dark curls at the base. She held him there for a moment, breathing through the stretch, her body humming with a strange, fierce pride.
She was giving him this. This pleasure. This loss of control.
When she pulled back this time, it was with intention. Her free hand came up to cup the heavy weight of him, her thumb stroking the soft, sensitive skin of his sac.
He jolted, a sharp intake of breath. She did it again, a gentle, rolling pressure, her mouth still working him, tongue lashing against the sensitive underside.
"Ah—" The sound was torn from him, sharp and raw. "Like that. Don't stop."
She didn't. Her world became the slick, wet glide of her lips, the heavy weight of him on her tongue, the musky scent of him filling her senses.
