His tongue slid up, over the coarse curls between my legs, tangling into the thin cotton of my nightdress, and I fumbled, pulling the fabric up, wrestling myself out and tossing it beyond his massive taloned feet. I stared at the thick, black length—no, it was a deep red color, like wine or pools of blood—watched it slither and slide, caressing over my belly, revealing a split end that eagerly stretched to cup and rub one breast. Hywel growled or purred, and I panted,
