Chapter 2
Ash
She’s delicious.
Yes. It’s the only word that fits. Her taste is everywhere on my tongue, my lips, the back of my throat, and it’s fucking glorious.
And underneath the taste, a magnificent smell begins to bloom, growing heavier with every second. It’s thick, sweet, and fruity. I can’t tease out the exact notes but the raw combination makes my canines ache.
I’m between her thighs, my mouth on her, and she’s moaning in rhythm with my strokes.
I look up for a split second, tracking the beautiful contrast of her raven hair tangled against her fair skin, and the view only makes me more reckless.
My tongue presses flat, circles, and presses again.
I am losing the thread of anything that isn’t her.
But... wait. Is something wrong with me?
I feel a cool, tingling prickle at the tip of my tongue, like I’ve been chewing too much mint... and it’s spreading to my lips and the roof of my mouth.
I try to work through it, because she’s close, I can feel it. But just as her whimpers reach their climax, the clamp of her thighs around my face loosens. Her legs fall heavy and wide open against the bed, her hand slipping out of my hair and landing on the mattress.
What the fuck is happening?
I lift my head, my chin wet.
“Luna?”
Her eyes are shut tight, hiding the striking, light brown gaze I’ve been watching all evening, her chest rising and falling slowly.
Did she just... fall asleep?
Well, that’s a first. Maybe I should—
Woah.
The room suddenly tilts. A massive yawn tears through my jaw, my eyelids dropping, heavy as lead. I shove my palms into the bed to hoist myself up, but my arms turn to jelly.
What is happen—