Alejandro’s Pov

Resistance. That’s all I see in her eyes. 

She’s fighting her pleasure—a war between her flesh and her mind. And I’ll tell you for sure that the flesh will always win.

My face buries deeper, my tongue swirling around her bud. Her skin tightens, but she holds back her voice.

“Let go, baby. . .Let go. . .” I urge, my tongue pushing into her entrance, curling. She doesn’t budge. I push a finger into her, and another, and another, and another. I curl all three ...