Chapter 44

Guinevere's POV

His scent filled the room, a heady mix of musk and desire that sent shivers down my spine. Every inch of me was aware of him—the heat radiating from his body, the roughness of his hands as they explored my skin, and the relentless motion of his tongue as it flicked over my nipples, teasing and torturing me with a pleasure so intense I could hardly breathe.

"Ahhh, Re... Reagan," I moaned, my voice trembling with need. I was so close—so achingly close. My back arched involuntarily, pushing my chest further into his mouth as his tongue continued its wicked dance. I could feel myself unraveling, my body responding shamelessly to every touch, every swirl of his tongue that sent electric currents surging through me.

I didn't care who could hear us, who might be aware of the cries spilling from my lips as I called out his name, each syllable a testament to the ecstasy he was drawing from me. I was lost, completely and utterly lost in him.

"I'm so cl... Ahhhh!" The words disso