Ryan’s mouth devoured Nyrissa’s with a hunger she hadn’t known he was capable of. He had always been so slow and gentle. But this was a ravishing, through and through.
Nyrissa gripped his shoulders to hold herself upright as her legs threatened to not hold her up. His tongue swept through Nyrissa’s mouth and coaxed her own into a sensual duel that sent bolts of desire racing through her.
Slowly, Ryan pulled away and looked down at her beautiful, brightly flushed face. He couldn’t help smiling at her.
“Was that all he did?” Ryan asked in a husky voice.
Swimming in pleasure, Nyrissa shook her head. She didn’t know if she could exactly vocalize what had happened, but she could show him. She arched her neck, giving him access to the area that Quentin had enjoyed earlier.
Ryan chuckled. “Of course he did. Would you like me to, as well?”