Andrea's pov.

“Sit.” his fingers dug into my hips. I breathed out a shaky breath and lowered myself on Thane's face. His mouth closed on my folds, and I had to bite my lips from screaming.

“Ahhh...Thane. Fúck!.” The breath swooshed out of my lungs when his tongue swept over my clít in one smooth, languorous lick. Tremors wracked my body. I shuddered so much that I had to scramble back because fúck!

“Stay,” Thane ordered, his gray eyes as dark as they were commanding.

“Thane..I...you..” I may had stuttered some gibberish, but as that point, I wasn't in my correct state of mind, I wasn't in my mind at...