The bottom of his nightshirt was pushed up his spine, draping from the curve of his back—and a hot tongue found the base of his hips, before curling lower, circling his entrance and making Saffron whimper. He moaned and gasped into the pillow, moving his hips desperately, silently begging for more. Cylvan’s hand found his bandaged thigh, caressing it, but Saffron barely felt the tightness of the muscle. He felt nothing but Cylvan’s tongue. Cylvan knew how to tease him, and Cylvan enjoyed every moment of teasing him—and nearly brought Saffron to climax with his mouth alone, opposite hand
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