Ross growled against her skin—a low, primal sound that vibrated through Bella's breast—and moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same ravenous attention.
Teeth grazed, tongue swirled, lips tugged until both peaks glistened with his saliva and throbbed in time with her frantic heartbeat.
The more aggressively he sucked, the harder her nipples became, standing proud and flushed deep pink, impossibly sensitive under his relentless assault.
"Ohhhh… please, Ross," Bella whimpered, voice cracking with overwhelming need.
"Be gentle… don't leave any marks on me. Please…"
Her hands tugged weakly at his hair, trying to guide him, to temper the storm of his mouth, but Ross only laughed—a dark, husky sound against her wet skin—and ignored her completely.
If anything, her plea spurred him on.
His mouth turned punishing: sharp little nips that made her gasp, followed by soothing licks that only stoked the fire higher.
