Chapter 122 Gavril

• Gavril
• Gavril was saying, his hand leaving my center. He spun me around to face him and my heart stuttered in my chest as I watched him slide his finger into his mouth, tasting what arousal he had found. “Delectable,” he murmured before dropping to his knees before me, the water cascading over his muscular back. “I want more.”
• I groaned as he pulled me to his mouth and his tongue found my clit, circling it just like his finger had. When he draped one leg over his shoulder, I gasped, his tongue raking down my wet slit. “God, Gavril!” I breathed, thrusting my hands in his hair.