I floated between them, wrecked and safe.
“Still with us?” Rafael murmured, grinning.
“Barely,” I croaked.
Rhys chuckled. “Good. That was only the beginning.”
And Goddess help me… I couldn’t wait for more.
***
I didn’t know how long I drifted in that hazy warmth—held between two bodies that knew me too well, touched by two mouths that had memorized every way I could come undone. Rhys’s breath was slow and steady behind me, arm slung across my waist like he was staking a claim. Rafael rested in front of me, propped on one elbow, trailing lazy fingers over my thigh like he wasn’t finished with me yet.
“Looks like she’s still alive,” Rafael murmured, smirking as he traced slow circles against the sensitive skin just above my knee.
“I think we did great.”
“You did fine,” Rafael said,
