Chapter One-Forty-Two: Seven

The intrusiveness of Marko’s warm tongue finds my nub with ease weakening my knees. The support I had counted on, his hair and shoulders, were no longer enough, so I permit my back to rest on the wall behind me.

His tongue stiffens beneath my nub as he runs delicious circles that flutter my eyes shut.

A whimper escapes me at the merciless way his scent floods my lungs to sear my body inside out.

I shouldn’t be in heat, yet this sensation feels ridiculously familiar.

The burn of my nipples against my bra must be their scream of protest at being abandoned, and while I wish to rub them, I did not pump them of milk before coming down, so I do not wish to surprise him this soon.

A series of moans I cannot seem to halt slide past my lips as the feel of his large fingers sliding into me overwhelms me.

"Marko, wait."

"No."

His curt no, which is muffled by my flesh, causes me to gasp.

A stillness passes between us before he begins to hum.

"What are you-"

It only takes a second for my flesh to