The shadows that had taken their time thrusting in and out of Dulce's mouth went low, the wetness from his tongue ending up on the softened rim of his hole.
A thin, shadowy tentacle pulsed and prodded against him, slipping in without any resistance. He jolted when it pushed in deep, Asael's gentle hold on his face the only thing keeping him upright.
Invaded on both ends, he felt lightheaded, the gentle kiss dragged out. He broke away first to catch his breath, about to speak, the sensation of his urethra being stimulated made him breathless. Vampires were cold-hearted, but the strange, intense pleasure made him feel like his heart was racing.
But his lips were chased before he could even catch his breath, Asael's tongue intruded in his mouth, cutting off his attempt at protest, everything feeling too much.
