Dulce felt Caedos' member heat up on his tongue; it was like having a mouthful of embers, it was dizzying. He could only take the Demon partway into his mouth, a heady mix of wine and musk filling his mouth and spilling out the edges of his lips.
Caedos' hand in his hair was unexpected, it sent a tremor through him, a choked sound forced out of him when the Demon flexed his hips. Dulce's inability to fit the Demon down his throat had nothing to do with his skill and everything to do with the sheer size of him.
Tears misted at the corners of his glassy eyes, he tried to pull off but was held in place, the hard length constricting his throat stroking deeper. After an endless moment, he was let go. He fell across Caedos' lower body with a breathless gasp, his vision spinning from a lack of oxygen and the wine in his veins. Moisture glistened from his lips, dripping down his throat, his silver-blue eyes unfocused.
