"Ahhh… be gentle, Riley. I won't run away. I'm all yours now," Leia gasped, her breath coming in ragged, uneven waves.
Her body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight with sensation.
She had never felt like this before—never imagined such pleasure was even possible.
Riley didn't respond with words. Instead, he answered with action, his lips trailing a scorching path down her body, his tongue teasing, tasting, claiming her inch by inch.
When he finally reached her aching core, Leia let out a sharp gasp, her thighs instinctively clenching around his head before he firmly spread them apart, pinning her down with a possessive grip.
He was relentless. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud before gliding down her slick folds, exploring every dip and curve with intoxicating precision.
He sucked, licked, and kissed her with the desperation of a man starved, like he had been craving her for a lifetime and was finally indulging in his long-denied feast.
