“That’s my good slut.” Caedmon grunted while I gasped in mortification. How could one ever use such profanity as praise during s*x? I mean, it does sound somewhat hot (not that it's my preference), but seriously, Håkan shouldn't be liking this s**t (me either). Unconsciously, I gave my thoughts away to my mates. Apollyon sucked in a breath, his head still buried in the nape of my neck, his fingers curling inside me to stimulate my sensitive spots.
I clutched his hand, throwing my head back as I felt a similar tingling sensation deep within my core.
“Oh, f**k, I'm so f*****g close,” I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of his thick fingers provided. Just as I was on the edge, he pulled his fingers out and his fingers were replaced by Caedmon’s tongue.
I gasped, clut
