[Leif's Chamber—Continuation—Leif's POV]
My whole body jolted like fire shot through my veins.
"S–STOP! DON'T—!"
My voice cracked, trembling as my hands shoved at his shoulders, my legs kicking wildly. The wet heat of his tongue was unbearable, forbidden, and shameful. "Alvar, don't—don't do that! It's filthy—!"
He chuckled against me, the sound vibrating obscenely through my body. "Filthy?" he murmured, pressing my thighs down with unshakable strength. His tongue teased me again, slow and deliberate.
"Then why are you trembling like this, hm?"
"Aghhh—hahh…!" My back arched, betrayal flashing through my body as sparks shot up my spine. I slapped at his hair, pulled, and tried to push him away—but he only growled low and possessively, refusing to move.
"Stop… stop, Alv… please… it's… it's too much—hahh… too—ahhh—!" My words broke into a moan as he pressed closer, ignoring my protest, his mouth exploring, tasting, and claiming.
