Then, as Lilah’s fingers danced over her c**t, Damien’s strong hands came around her, cupping her breasts firmly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fear and excitement. His touch was possessive, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive n*****s as Lilah’s expert touch continued to coax pleasure from her.
Elena’s eyes squeezed shut, a soft moan escaping her lips. She felt like a leaf in the wind, unable to resist the storm of sensation that washed over her. She had never been touched like this, never felt such raw, primal desire. It was as if she was coming alive under their hands, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.
Then Damien’s voice, low and commanding, broke through the haze. “Look at me, Elena,” he said, and she did, her eyes meeting his gaze. The question hung in the air
