I backed toward the bed, lying back on the silk sheets, opening my arms.
“Well?” I teased. “Are you coming, or are you going to just watch me fall apart?”
Rhys didn’t wait.
Neither did Rafael.
And I smiled.
Because now, they were mine.
***
Rhys’s mouth was the first to find my skin.
Hot, reverent, dragging down the line of my neck like he could taste the pulse beneath. I gasped, my back arching as Rafael’s hands slid up my thighs, his fingers tracing the edges of lace and heat. They moved in sync, like they knew how to take me apart—piece by piece, breath by breath.
Rafael’s mouth found the inside of my thigh, his teeth scraping just enough to make me cry out. I reached down, fisting his hair, pulling him closer, harder. His chuckle was low and filthy against my skin.
“Still in c
