Kael chuckled softly, a guttural sound laden with desire that echoed in the silent room. His eyes shamelessly roamed over her body—her full, firm breasts, her nipples already hardened by the fresh air and anticipation, the gentle curve of her waist descending to her wide hips, and those nine tails that writhed lazily, as if inviting forbidden touches.
"As if I could resist such an order," he murmured, approaching slowly, deliberately slow to prolong the torment.
He leaned over her, his hands resting beside her head, his body hovering like a promise.
Inari arched her back instinctively, pushing her breasts upward, offering herself shamelessly.
He lowered his mouth to her left breast first, licking the nipple with the tip of his tongue in lazy circles, feeling it throb against her warm skin.
