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[inspiteof]

Lucanis was not a particularly vocal man, but he offered enough for her to properly judge his responses. He groaned when her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock, the organ twitching in her mouth, his hips shaking as he resisted the urge to shove himself in as deep as he could and relish in the wet warmth of her throat. His fingers curled against her scalp when she moaned around him, the sound vibrating up the shaft and straight up his spine. His free hand grasped whatever solid surface he could find as he crooned out her name. "Maribel—"

[spellblade]

Rook hummed in response to the heated, breathy way he said her name--a soft mmhmm with a playful lilt at the end, like a question, audible even with her mouth so full. And oh, was it full, her jaw stretching to the point of an ache, but she liked it. She liked the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes, the slick mess of saliva on her chin, even the way her throat tried to constrict and deny her insistently pressing the blunt tip of his cock past its threshold. After a time, she added strokes of her hand, spreading the slickness left behind by her mouth down to the base so her fingers and palm could follow the drag of her lips and tongue along the thick length of him.

[inspiteof]

For those few moments, all Lucanis could do was moan up to the ceiling, knowing that if he looked her in the eyes while she swallowed his cock, he would lose himself immediately. He relished in the feeling; that warmth and wetness surrounding him, the tightness of her throat as she pushed him deeper and deeper. Eventually, he had to glance down again, cheeks flushed and lips parted, uttering a warning that he was close while the hand in her hair shifted down to stroke his thumb under her eye to catch a few falling tears. If she wanted to pull back, now was the time — but he suspected that was the last thing she wanted to do.

[spellblade]

Unless he had a specific desire he wanted to express, Rook was exactly where she wanted to be: ready to feel him pulse in her mouth and spill on her tongue and to swallow him down. She had no plans to stop until she had that, looking up at him with wide hazel eyes, free hand dragging up his hip, over his torso and down his abdomen.