Kell could feel her holding back, trying to keep herself leashed and controlled, trying not to let herself give over to the feeling. Her fingers were warm and familiar against the back of his neck, the bite of her nails an icy-hot scrape of pleasure that left him tingling.

He worked one finger into her.

She was tight, wet, a silken slide that made his breath catch against her clit, his tongue curl as he shut his eyes, unable to keep his mind from racing ahead, from imagining what it would be like inside of her.

Kell gasped for air he didn't need, curled his finger upward and dragged gently but firmly back out, a come-hither pressure as he flicked over her clit. Sealed his lips over her and drew her into his mouth as deeply as he could.