She pushed the thought away and grabbed Zaid's hair and pulled him closer.

"Don't stop," she breathed. "Please don't stop."

He didn't stop. His fingers drove deeper, curling just right, his tongue working her clit without mercy until she was shaking and her moans had stopped being quiet entirely and the pleasure built so high and so fast that she had no warning before it crashed through her.

She came hard, her thighs clamping around his head, his name leaving her throat in a sound she didn't recognize as her own, her whole body shuddering as wave after wave rolled through her. He worked her through every second of it,...