Next time I get to torture you. If this was torture, Tem was happy to die from it. Leo knew exactly what to do. He licked her with confident, targeted strokes, his tongue diving deep into her center before rolling against her clitoris. Tem gripped his hair with both hands, holding him against her so everything he did was amplified tenfold—so she didn’t miss a single second of this ravishment. He was consuming her—devouring her—gorging himself on her until she couldn’t form a single thought.
