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She’s cornered, pushed against a wobbly shelf, fragrant bed sheets cushioning her head. Half-sitting on what could be a stack of towels, she knows her knuckles are whitening from the force of her grip on the upper shelf-board. The crammed space before her is a topography of shadows, the thin gap under the door the only light source.
She was grabbed, flung around and shoved into the linen closet when nobody was looking. Not that she minds, wedged in here with her Commander’s face at her apex. She gave up trying to stay quiet a shuddering climax and a shattered vase ago. Decorum ceases to matter when that strong, thick tongue fills her, driving in and out of her like his hard length would. When those massive palms hold her up by the buttocks with so little effort, so much masculine hunger. When he slurps from her, grunts and groans his pleasure into her slickness. This time she might come from his sounds alone.
He’s caught between her legs, trembling thighs clenching around his head. His cheeks are burning, his curls damp from her warmth and her pulse is hammering in his ears. All he sees, hears and feels is her, filling his senses.
He was drawn to her, captivated by her scent, the play of her skirt around those legs and by that insane lust the Herald never fails to incite in him. Initially he tried to fight her allure but gave up, dragged her in here like the mindless brute she reduces him to. Time loses importance when she’s melting into his hands, his face. When she sighs, gasps, mewls so wonderfully at each of his licks. When his tongue is deep inside her, swirling in her honey. If he’s not careful he might find his end just from her flavour.
They’re trapped in their sheer desire, hopelessly enslaved by their utter craving, forever lost in each other.