~ RONAN ~

I flick Lyra's clit with my tongue, making sure the contact is hard and fast. She whimpers, her luscious thighs shaking.

Perfect. She’s right where I need her to be.

“Yes,” she cries, burying her fingers in my hair. “God, yes.”

I keep going, sucking softly, plunging my tongue into her heat. At the same time, I open the tiny bottle and slick up my fingers. When they’re good and wet, I bring my hand to her bottom, searching for and finding her ...