C71 Stay Away From Me

ZYLIAH’S POV

The pressure on my chest morphed from pain into a crescendo of pounding weight, sending a wave of desire to stream through every part of my body.

But between my legs—oh, between my legs—the needy wetness pooling in between my thighs, the buttery weakness in my knees. It was a good thing I had my arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

His tongue dominated