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Milo’s hand lands on my hip. The touch sends a jolt through me. Leone’s lips leave mine, trailing a burning path down my jaw, my neck. He bites lightly at the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and a choked sound escapes me, half sob, half moan. My head lolls back against Milo’s shoulder while Leone drops lower, his hot mouth finding my n****e as he sinks to his knees before me.
Milo’s hand slides from my hip, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, then moving upward, his palm splaying across my ribs, just beneath my breast while his fingers roll the other n****e. Leone drops to his knees, his hand finding the back of my calf forces more of my weight against Milo behind me as he hoists my leg over his shoulder.
My legs instinctively part, seeking purchase, and Le
