"We're going to keep it simple, Clara," Dante said, his voice a low, steady rumble, his eyes never leaving hers. "And gentle. We just want to make you feel good, truly good." His thumb stroked her cheekbone, a silent promise.
Silas nodded, his gaze intense. "No expectations, love. Just us, and you, finding what feels right."
Kai, his arm already around her, leaned down to kiss her temple. "Every touch is for you, okay? If anything, anything at all, feels wrong, you just tell us. We stop. Immediately."
Clara nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and lingering vulnerability.
Dante, seeing her clear consent, leaned in, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss. It was deep, possessive, yet laced with an undeniable tenderness. With one fluid motion, he shifted, carefully moving the
