Iodore dropped to his knees in front of me.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wide, then looked straight up into my eyes as he dragged the flat of his tongue along my center in one long, devastating lick.
My head fell back onto Mathias’s shoulder with a broken moan.
Cirrus caught the sound with his mouth—kissing me deep and dirty while his fingers continued to pluck and roll my n*****s. Kartein’s hand slid around to my throat again, not squeezing, just cradling, thumb stroking the frantic beat of my pulse as if he were counting how many times my heart stuttered for them.
Iodore sealed his lips around my c**t and sucked—gentle at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick, merciless circles.
Pleasure arrowed straight through me, white-hot and overw
