Chapter 243
- Ayla's tongue traced a slow, torturous path from the swollen tip to the thick base, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
- My hand clenched the edge of the desk, knuckles white, pulse thundering in my ears.
- Ayla’s eyes flicked up to meet mine—mischief, fire, and something darker dancing in those depths—right before she took me in again. Deep. Wet. Relentless.