His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God?

"Mhmm…" She bites her lower lips and squeezes her eyes when she feels his hot tongue between her t.h.i.g.hs. He glides his tongue over her bud, circling around it. His delicious and stubborn bride is holding herself back. He accepts this challenge gladly. 

She covers her mouth with her hand when he bites her c.l.i.t, refusing to scream his name. But the wicked god is in a mood. He injects his tongue inside her hole and swipes her drenched walls. Surges of electric p.l.e.a.s.u.r.es burn through her nerves as she feels something building up in her body. She opens her mouth wide as she arches her body. Sound of her e.r.o.t.i.c rapid breaths fills the air. Feeling like she's being executed by him, she curls her toes as the waves of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e spread in her body. Before she could reach the peak, he releases her. She looks at him with frustration.