EMBER’S POV

I don’t even get a chance to answer.

He shoves my thighs apart and buries his face between my legs like a man who’s been starving for years.

The first lick is slow and filthy, dragging from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit.

Then he groans against me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and doubles down — tongue working my clit in tight, relentless circles while two thick fingers push inside me and curl hard.

I arch off the bed with a broken cry.

He doesn’t fucking stop.

He eats me like he’s trying to ruin me. Tongue and fingers moving...