He dares

The threat dissolved into a gasp as his tongue flicked against her clit, light as a vibroblade's edge. Adam's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the bruises the Voraxian had left, and *pulled*. Susan's head cracked against the tiles as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue fucking into her with the same relentless rhythm he'd used on the Zyxian guards—no finesse, just brutal efficiency.

Her first orgasm hit like a shuttle crash, her thighs clamping around his head hard enough to pop vertebrae. Adam didn't slow—just hooked an arm behind her knee and yanked her leg over his shoulder, changing the angle. His tongue curled upward, pressing against that sweet spot inside her that made her vision pulse red at the edges. Susan's scream echoed off the tiles, her nails carving furrows down his back as she came again, her body bowing off the wall.

Adam pulled back just long enough to smirk up at her, his chin glistening. "That's two."

Susan's growl turned into a whimper as he ducked back down, this time sucking her clit between his teeth with just enough pressure to walk the line between pain and pleasure. Her hips jerked erratically, her muscles fluttering around nothing as he worked her toward a third peak with single-minded focus. The water turned her hair into a slick curtain, the steam thickening with every ragged breath she couldn't quite catch.