Conall's bite was gentle, his tongue swirling and lips suckling on my breast. I wrestled beneath him until my legs were unpinned, gulping down air, my body throbbing with exhaustion, with arousal. I rolled my hips up into Conall's lightly-furred stomach, a trail of short red hairs traveling down his belly, and my breath stuttered. "Feast," I ordered, and it was a command for both of us. I pushed at Conall's head and he laughed, sitting up and fighting my grip long enough to grin at me. "Gladly."
