Nico
I was rock hard beneath my pants. My c**k strained against my zipper — her heat, an enticement I couldn't ignore. She rested her head back against me and I buried my nose in her neck, breathing deep. She smelled like f*****g sin and heaven. I cradled her chest in my fingers. Her body was soft and pliant in my hold.
Her pupils blew wide as evidence of her arousal. Dominic's Italian had her writhing against his mouth. He had a sharp tongue when he wanted to use it. I could feel every movement. Every breath. Ever muscle twitching and tensing. I felt her hand reach behind her and twine through my hair — tugging, teasing. The sharp sting had me jerking my hips into her back.
I growled against her skin, reveling in the reactions she gave me. She was so f*****g responsive. Dominic was
