“Will you turn around?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. “I want to f**k you, but …” He glanced over his shoulder at Aurik, whose hand was lost somewhere between Dimitri’s ass cheeks, busy enough to make the poor man flush and squirm.
Aurin smiled, understanding. He couldn’t compromise the very pleasurable position he was in just now by lying on top of her.
“One condition,” she said, enjoying the drugged look of acquiescence he had on his face. “Whatever he’s doing to you, if you like it, I want you to do it to me. I want to know what you like.”
Dimitri’s thick, hard c**k lurched between his thighs. She wasn’t sure if it was what she’d asked or something her brother did that caused it, but she didn’t care. She wanted him f*****g her in whatever way he chose.
She turned around to rest on h
