Every part of Meredith was aflame, consumed by the heat of their bodies, the intensity of their desire. She was completely at their mercy, and as much as she wanted to fight it, she found herself surrendering fully to them.
She needed them as much as they needed her—and the thought only fueled the fire raging inside her.
Xavier’s fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he met her gaze.
“No more holding back,” he said. “This time, you're going to scream for us.”
And with that, they took her to places she’d never imagined—their touches, their kisses, their whispered demands pushing her far beyond the limits she’d thought she had. Every stroke of their hands, every brush of their lips, sent her spiraling deeper into a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
