84 Deep

** Eli **

[ She swirled her tongue slowly around him, and the taste of him was even sharper than she remembered. Crisp like warm spices, mixed with a hint of musky sweetness. The same as his kiss.

The muscles on his thighs tensed, his breathing growing ragged. The rational part of her wondered if she should stop before this act really turned into something dangerous, but the other part of her, which was throbbing and aching and burning at the feel of him in her mouth, dismissed that option without a second thought. She wanted to unravel him. She wanted to hear that uncontrollable groan, see those eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. And she wanted to taste the part of him that she had never tasted before.

So she took him in as deep as she could, all the way down to the back of her throat. ]

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