The glyph on Reina's collarbone crackled with heat, a sharp buzz flaring beneath her skin, a reminder of her vulnerability.
No escape.
She was trapped, held, utterly open.
"Keep going," Kota murmured, his words muffled against her slick, heated skin, his breath a fiery caress that flooded her with unbearable focus.
3:00
Her hips jolted as he flicked her clit—once, twice—then smoothed the motion with a long, languid stroke of his tongue.
The rhythm was maddening, each swirl teasing the edges of pleasure without granting release.
Reina let out a tiny cry, her teeth dragging her lip raw, her violet eyes squeezing shut. "I—I don't know if I can…"
"You don't have to know," he said between strokes, his voice dark silk, rich with command. "You just have to feel."
2:45
Kota sucked gently, his lips locking over her swollen clit with slow, rhythmic pulses that lifted her an inch off the obsidian seat.
