Savanna’s POV

“You’re dripping wet, babe,” Gray muttered mostly to himself, laying his thumb on my clit and gently rubbing it in circles.

“Gray, please…” I whispered, raising my hips in a silent request for his mouth.

He immediately latched at the source of my wetness with utter thirst, resembling that of a parched man. His arms wrapped around my thighs, keeping me as close to him as humanly as possible as he drank me up.

I was already squirming under ...