*Ainslee*

Despite our teasing, I do feel a bit woozy. But my senses sharpen when Rafe enters me with his tongue.

“Oh Goddess!” I gasp, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and tangling my fingers in his hair. “Rafe!”

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe hums against my core. I don’t think he’s had quite enough of tasting me, like my blood was not enough.

‘Not nearly enough,’ Rafe says in my mind and I remember what Edmund said about leaking.

“Everyone in Warfang is going to know what we’re doing,” I groan. But I don’t stop Rafe. How can I? His clever tongue and lips just feel too good.

‘Not everyone in Warfang....