There was a time to be a tease, and clearly this had turned out not to be it. And Octavia was grateful he was following the flow of that.

He'd promised her squirming and well, there it was already, making sure he didn't waste a single second of time with his mouth between her legs.

Her breathing was already getting all kinds of noisy. Some of those were his name, some were just little grunts, little fragments of moans when his tongue pressed into her just right, when his nose pressed against her.