Harper’s POV
I’m not even sure where I am anymore. The edges of the world blur softly, wrapped in a cocoon of sensation, warmth, and desperation. My muscles tremble violently as I hover on the razor-sharp edge of pleasure, each nerve sparking with the strain of holding myself back. Every thrust from Theo and Mason is a sweet agony, pulling me higher while never allowing me to slip over that edge.
I blink slowly, lifting my gaze to Nathan. His eyes are dark, intent on mine, and I see understanding there, he knows exactly how close I am, how tightly wound my body has become. I don’t speak, but my eyes plead, silently begging him to step in, to give me something to hold onto, something to distract me from the overwhelming sensation building relentlessly within.
Nathan’s gaze softens slight
