He reached out, his thumb catching her chin and tilting her face upward so she had no choice but to look into his dark, predatory eyes.
"Then let him cry," Ken whispered, leaning down until his breath fanned over her lips. "You spent years running an empire. You can spend one night letting us ruin your sleep schedule."
Without waiting for her to agree—knowing she likely wouldn't voice agreement anyway—Ken leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, commanding kiss. At the same time, Mahir let out a soft growl of approval against her neck, his hands sliding down to her hips to lift her slightly, guiding her backward toward the massive, waiting bed.
Elara closed her eyes, letting her mind switch off completely. She still didn't know what she was supposed to feel, but as the cool air of the room hit her skin, replaced immediately by the intense heat of the two men, she decided that thinking was overrated anyway.
