"Perfect. She's so tight, so take her," Kairos groans in Darien's head.
Oh, dear friend, I plan on doing nothing less. Darien's smirk is pure sin, curving at the edge of his mouth as his fingers stroke her mercilessly. One curls deep inside her until she gasps again… then another joins, stretching her just enough to make her squirm and whimper. His mouth never leaves her breast, his tongue circling her nipple in slow, wet, maddening spirals before sucking hard enough to make her arch.
Her fingers fist in the sheets, thighs trembling around him. Every breath she takes is strained, every sound she makes feeds the raw, male hunger inside him.
