She squirms and she tries to get away from me as if she was not enjoying it. As if she was not holding back moans, as if her back was not arching with pleasure each time my tongue slid over the little bundle of nerves. For someone who relentlessly bites back, Persephone melts right against my tongue and with her taste intoxicating me, I have no control over myself anymore. “Thomas-“ her voice begs me for more, her fingers dipping into my hair and scrapping agains my scalp, pulling me away from between her legs. A low growl escapes me and I don’t want to move before she comes undone right on my tongue. But she is relentless to get me away and bring my face closer to hers. I crawl on top of her slowly, guided by her confident touch. Her hands comes on both my cheeks and her nose rubs ag