The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Zion, his touch, his intensity, and the overwhelming sensations he elicited from me. It was like being trapped in a fever dream where the only reality was his hands on my skin and his mouth exploring every inch of me.

Each stroke of his tongue sent tingles through my body, making my toes curl, my breath hitch, and forcing me to arch and moan in ways that would make a banshee jealous. I bit my lip until it drew blood, the metallic taste ...