Magnus's hands slid firmly down my thighs, parting them as though he owned the very right to touch me. His mouth burned a path lower, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, until every nerve in me sparked alive. I arched, a helpless sound escaping my lips, and Damien swallowed it in a desperate kiss, his tongue claiming mine.
Xavier's laughter was softer now, husky, as he knelt at my side and tugged the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. His fingers brushed deliberately slow against bare skin, his knuckles grazing the swell of my breasts before he cupped me fully.
A moan tore out of me, shame forgotten, body trembling as his thumb circled until my breath broke into shallow gasps.
"Gods, Andra," Damien murmured against my lips, voice ragged. "Do you have any idea what you do to us?"
Magnus's growl rumbled against my inner thigh as his mouth pressed dangerously close. My hips bucked, a plea spilling from me before I could stop it.
