"Oh-oh fuck, Dimitri, oh my god" Her voice cracked, going high and breathless. Her hands found his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair, and she pushed him deeper, grinding against his mouth with a desperation that matched his own.
He licked and sucked and drove his tongue as deep as it would go, savouring every drop, every twitch, every gasp she made. Her inner walls clenched around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper, and he could feel her building toward another peak, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.
The door opened.
Dimitri didn't look up. Didn't stop. But he knew who it was. He could smell the snake, that particular blend of pine and earth and something metallic that belonged exclusively to Exile. The idiot had come to tell Felicity about the attack. To explain what Victor's cryptic shouting hadn't covered, to interrupt.
Dimitri's eyes lifted from between Felicity's thighs, his tongue still buried inside her, and he met Exile's gaze across the room.
