She felt his breath warm against her skin and her whole body tightened and she gripped the sheets.

His mouth found her.

She cried out — sharp and immediate, her head pressing back into the pillow, her fingers going into his hair. He worked her slowly and completely — his tongue warm and deliberate, finding her clit and staying there, his hands holding her thighs steady — and she felt the specific quality of his attention, the same thing she had felt from the wings for two years, applied to this, and it was devastating in the best possible way.

He pushed two fingers inside her and she gasped, her...