[WARNING! Mature Content ahead!]
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Lyander's wolf didn't disappoint.
His tongue moved with an exquisite rhythm, slow and deliberate, tracing over Liora's most sensitive places with reverence and intent.
Liora gasped, hips jolting at the sudden jolt of pleasure that rolled through her. Every pass of his tongue sent shivers through her spine, building heat in waves, cresting and crashing in her core.
His claws extended, but only just — a gentle reminder of his primal nature. He applied subtle pressure against her thighs, firm enough to hold her steady, but never enough to break skin.
There was a strange comfort in his strength — raw, restrained, and entirely focused on her.
A shock of sensation rippled through her hips and stole the breath from her lungs. Her eyes snapped open, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
