She felt like the softest silk on his lips and tongue. And her scent and taste. He groaned against her, that foreign hunger stealing into his fingers and making them dig into the delicious muscles inside her thighs. There were no words for what her essence did to his senses. Not to mention the way she moved under his mouth and the beautiful sexy sounds she made. The combination brought out urges in him that hinted at barbaric. Not a feeling he was at all familiar with. And his dream. How accurate it had been. He'd known things in that dream that he'd never been taught, and yet he knew them like he knew how to breathe. He just knew. God she felt amazing inside. He explored her tight warmth with precision and curiosity, mentally mapping his discoveries. When his finger hit the little spongy spot he somehow knew to search for, he obeyed the instinct to rub the pad of his finger against it. Devyn's gasped response, and the frantic thrust of her hips against his mouth nearly snapped his threadbare control.
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