As she and Caius swapped saliva for the umpteenth time that day, Aylin was aware that she had had her mission cut short because of Caius's fall.
The fact that her actions with her mouth and hands had caused Caius to lose strength in his legs to the point where he fell encouraged her to stay the course she had been on. So as she drove her tongue into his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny while taking very little precaution about his ever-sharp fangs, Aylin stretched her hand down Caius's body.
The hand Caius had placed on his midsection after his fall, he had now raised to stroke her hair so Aylin had a smooth journey down his chest to his abs, and beyond that point to where his rod stood tall like a pole. Throbbing with intimidating might.
