Notte

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Added 2025-05-07 15:38:06 +0000 UTC

Notte didn’t say a word when he dropped to his knees. He never did, not at first. The weight of him between my thighs was enough, heavy shoulders, arms thick with power, muscles flexing under fur that still smelled faintly of the heat outside.

The livingroom was dim, just a crack of light leaking in through the curtains, and I could feel the cool air kiss the sweat clinging to my lower back. I was still in my jockstrap, lounging lazy on the couch, legs parted in quiet invitation. And Notte… he looked at me like I was something sacred and filthy all at once.

His nose brushed the waistband first, slow, reverent. Then the rough heat of his tongue traced the outline of the fabric, deliberate, teasing. I twitched under him, and he grinned without lifting his eyes. That grin of his: cocky and tender, like he knew every nerve under my skin and was in no rush to play them all.

He didn’t touch anything else. Not yet. Just his tongue dragging across the cotton, slow and wet, tasting me through it. His breath was hot, his hands resting heavy on my thighs like he was anchoring himself, like he needed to stay grounded while savoring something he’d been craving all day.

I exhaled, shaky. He hadn’t even moved beyond the fabric, and already I was his. Melting under every slow lick, every glance upward, every quiet moment Notte made feel loud with want.