Taste of Surrender

Lyra’s hips violently bucked off the mattress at the sudden, electrifying contact.

“Ahhh! Kaelen!” she cried out, her voice cracking as her fingers blindly clawed at the sheets.

Kaelen ignored her weak protests, using his heavy hands on her knees to keep her pinned wide open for him. He devoured her greedily, his tongue flattening against her swollen slit, lapping up her sweet, dripping juices