THIRD PERSON POV
Crescenta tilted her head back, baring her neck to her man as he obeyed her whispered command, his lips grazing skin like a promise before biting into it as though she were ripe fruit herself. Lumina arched against the table edge, her masked face tilted toward the candlelight as her man kissed trails of fire down her throat and over her breasts, exactly where she had demanded. Dahlira trembled as her man bent her hand behind her back, pressing her forward against the cleared surface, feeding on her shoulder, her spine, each touch an order she never had to give.
Isolde gasped when hands spread her knees apart under the table, her mask turning sharply as she realized every gaze had indeed fallen on her. The attention made her body surge with heat, the apple’s spell unlocki
