His gaze was feral as he gripped her calf and lifted her leg into the air. He kissed her ankle, then her shin, moving higher.
"You smell so good," he whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes.
Then his mouth was on her, lips parting her. He kissed her clit, licking and sucking until her hands fisted in the sheets. When his tongue slid down, thrusting deep inside her, she arched off the bed with a moan that echoed in the high-ceilinged room.
He clasped her with his fingers, spreading her open for him as his mouth took more—sucked her further in.
Eva's cries intensified, each moan laced with desperation. Her body writhed beneath him, silken and soaked with need, clinging to every pulse of his fingers, every graze of his tongue. She was undone. And so was he.
