Seravine's head moved up and down in a relentless, hypnotic rhythm, completely abandoning the last vestiges of her royal dignity in favor of pure, unadulterated conquest. With every deepest stretch, her warm tongue darted out, slick and deliberate, wiping across his pair of jewels each time. She was thorough, using every ounce of her technique to break the composure of the man who had terrified her only moments before.
The overwhelming sensory overload caught Lexel entirely off guard. For an alpha who usually faced down legendary vanguards and cataclysmic threats without so much as blinking, the intense, localized friction of her lips and tongue was entirely unblockable. His powerful hips involuntarily squirmed against the plush velvet sheets, and a low, carnal growl tore from his throat, his fingers digging deep into the mattress.
