"You're mine," he murmured against her chest, one last deep kiss pressed to her left nipple, swirling it gently, passionately. "All of you... your breasts, your heart, your wet little pussy... I want it all."
Helena blushed, hearing his naughty possessive words.
Aether slowly lifted his face from her breasts, lips glistening with the mix of his saliva and her warmth, and looked down at Helena—her body quivering, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nipples still red and aching from his mouth.
But his hunger hadn't been satisfied—no, it had only grown darker, deeper, and now... it was time to taste her in the most intimate place.
His hands slid down her sides, fingers tracing the gentle curves of her waist, then slipping past the slope of her hips. Helena shivered under his touch, her thighs clamping shut instinctively.
