His mouth alone nearly undid her. It was so easy to give in to Rune. He knew how to nip her lips, when to lower his mouth to her jaw, to scrape his teeth along her flesh. When to kiss her neck, softly sucking. He knew exactly how to make her moan. Everything he did was planned, immaculate. As if in the throes of pleasure, just like in taking a life, one need only apply the right pressure to the right plane of skin. To elicit the right response. To cause Elma’s breath to catch in her throat, her hips to roll against his.
