Riley’s POV
Gunnar did not stop for even one second after I ca the first ti.
His mouth stayed glued to my pussy, his tongue moving faster and rougher than before, licking up every drop of my wetness while his fingers pushed deeper inside .
I was still shaking from the first orgasm, but he kept sucking my clit hard, flicking it with the tip of his tongue so fast that another wave started building right away.
My legs wouldn’t stop quivering.
My hands stayed buried in his dark hair, pulling him closer even though I felt like I was going to break apart. The heat they forced on made everything ten tis stronger, so every single lick felt like electricity shooting straight through my clit and up into my belly.
I could hear how wet I was.
The sloppy sounds of his tongue and fingers filled the whole room, and my juices kept dripping down my thighs onto his chin and the floor. Gunnar growled low and deep against my pussy, the vibration hitting my clit so hard that my back arched off the wall and I scread again.
He didn’t say any normal words.
He just made those raw, animal noises—hungry and feral—like he couldn’t control himself at all. His crimson eyes stayed locked on mine from between my legs, and they looked completely wild.
No sanity left in them.
Then he pulled his fingers out for a second—only to shove three back in, stretching wider while his tongue kept attacking my clit. The sudden fullness made my eyes roll back, my mouth falling open as a long, helpless moan spilled out of .
I felt another orgasm rushing up fast.
My whole body tightened around his fingers.
Gunnar snarled and sucked my clit even harder, biting down gently with his teeth while his fingers curled and thrust in and out so deep I could feel them hitting that spot over again.
I ca again.
Harder this ti.
My pussy squeezed his fingers tight while more wetness squirted out around them, running down his wrist and soaking the front of his shirt.
But he didn’t care.
He just growled louder and kept licking up every single drop like he needed it to survive.
My knees gave out completely after that second orgasm.
But Gunnar grabbed my ass with both hands and held up against the wall so I couldn’t fall. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to open wider and buried his face deeper between my thighs.
His tongue pushed inside now, fucking with it while his nose rubbed against my clit.
The sensation was overwhelming.
So intense that tears started running down my face, and I couldn’t stop moaning his na even though he wasn’t answering like a normal person.
My nipples were still hard and aching from earlier, so I reached up and squeezed them again, pinching the sensitive tips between my fingers while he devoured .
Every pinch sent another spark of pleasure straight down to where his tongue was working.
It made everything even bigger. Even stronger.
Gunnar started making deep rumbling sounds in his chest that vibrated through my entire pussy. He pulled his tongue out and went right back to sucking my clit like crazy—fast and ssy—while his fingers thrust in and out without slowing down.
I felt a third orgasm building already.
My legs shook so badly that the one resting over his shoulder almost slipped.
"Oh my god, Gunnar... it’s too much," I gasped.
But he didn’t listen.
He just snarled and sucked harder, his fangs scraping lightly against my folds in a way that should have scared —but only made burn hotter with needs.
My juices were everywhere now.
Dripping down my ass.
Soaking his hair.
Pooling on the floor beneath us.
Then sothing changed in his growls.
Between the wet sounds of his mouth on , I heard him say it—clear and rough, like the words were being ripped straight out of his throat.
"Mine... Aemoria... Mine..."
I froze.
Even while my body kept shaking from the pleasure.
Aemoria.
That na.
My so-called fucking real na.
How the hell did Gunnar know it?
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