— stairs, Tak buried his face between Selene’s legs again. He lapped, suckled, spit, breathed hard and ate with all the desperation of a starving man. And he was none too quiet himself.
“Who knows… I might like a little violence.”
He mumbled into skin, voice hot. But in contrast, Tak was firm but gentle. He leaned forward onto his elbows and used the new leverage to bodily tug her thighs in closer to his shoulders. As his elbows dug into the tile of the —