EMBER’S POV

His hand stays between my legs, but his head disappears under the surface, and his mouth finds me, his lips sealing over my clit, his tongue replacing his thumb, and the world STOPS.

The warm water changes everything.

The pressure of his tongue is amplified, softened, made slippery and relentless in a way that air doesn’t allow — like the entire hot spring is conspiring with him to ruin me completely.

He’s breathing through his nose, steady and controlled, while his mouth seals over my swollen clit like he’s claiming it as his personal feast, sucking it hard into the wet heat of his mouth with greedy, hungry...