If the taste of her was his salvation. Then those moans of hers, are his damnation.

Eloise was shaking, undone. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she cried out. Her thighs closed up from the intense pleasure, but he pushed them open, wider.

Her feet placed against his shoulders with his face buried between her inner thighs.

“ Mmm..Ant'…ahh,” she cried. Her head thrown back, her eyes fighting to choose between staying close or open.

His tongue, flicking, circling, devouring, like it was made to ruin her. Her hips lifted but his strong hands held her firm.

“ Please, oh, fuck,” her moans trembled out as her body shook....