The chamber had settled into a languid, heated rhythm, bodies slick and trembling. Selene eased herself off Lucas's cock with a slow, reluctant slide, her voluptuous thighs shaking, a low, satisfied moan spilling from her lips as she pressed a final kiss to his hip.
Nyx followed, lifting herself from his face with a shuddering gasp, royal juices glistening on his chin, her full breasts heaving as she brushed dark hair from her flushed face.
Henrietta's turn.She had been waiting, hair tousled, emerald eyes bright with a mixture of love and nervous hunger. Lucas rose to his knees, reached for her with deliberate gentleness, and drew her down onto the silk. The others shifted to give them space, yet stayed close enough that their warmth and scent wrapped around the pair like a living thing.
