WARNING: This chapter contains mature sexual content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"O-oh! Wh... what are you doing to me?"
Aello's cry cut through the dark room-her voice raw, unrecognizable, stretched thin with sensation. Psikh didn't pause, his mouth fixed on one breast while his hand teased the other, rolling and kneading soft flesh between his fingers.
She squirmed against the sheets, every flick of his tongue sending jolts of heat down her spine. The darkness amplified every sense-she couldn't see him, but each breath that ghosted her skin, each press of his lips, felt impossibly sharp, overwhelming.
"Th-this isn't what we did in the-augh! T-tree house-ohh..."
