Valeria

I couldn’t think.

Not clearly. Not at all.

My entire body was liquid heat, with every nerve singing under Dante’s mouth. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles between my thighs, then flattened hard against my clit before he sucked—gentle at first, then firmer, pulling the swollen bud between his lips until my hips jerked off the mattress.

God.

I was floating. Higher than cloud nine—somewhere beyond it, weightless, dizzy, and drunk on the way he devoured me like I ...