“I’ll be such a good boy, baby. Iswear,” he murmurs, lips dragging over her foot. “Let me help, please. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“He can beg better than that,” I whisper against her ear.
“Fuck off,” Sai grits out, glaring at me with his mouth against her ankle.
Her breathless chuckle knocks us both.
“Is that a yes, baby?” Sai’s fingers skim her calf, settling around it. “Please, Red. Please.”
When he runs his tongue along the curve of her calf muscle, my thumb copies the slow movement over her swollen clit.
The moan she produces this time is different. Unhinged. Her darkness pulls to the surface, plunging us into the dark.
Then she whispers, “Yes.”
Sai’s markings burst in violet. “Fuck, thank you.Thank you, baby,” he moans the words. “I nearly died.”
Sai keeps slowly licking, nipping and kissing along her calf, beside her knee, all the way up to her thigh.
“I need to taste her,”he says to me,his darkness thickening the words, vibrating the air.
“Beg,”I murmur, slowly dropping my thumb, but keeping my fingers deep inside her.
“I need to taste you, baby.” He’s breathless, broken, so desperate.“Please. I know I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve any of this. But Ineed it.” He grimaces against her thigh, pained, barely holding together. “I swear I’ll make you feel so fucking good, just,fuck—” Sai murmurs incoherently, saying whatever he can, whatever he thinks will work.
It’s a valiant effort.
Jasmine doesn’t respond, not with words, just a small whine that makes us both groan.
“Use your words,” I manage to whisper upon her flushed cheek, before trailing my mouth over hers to ensure I hear her.
“Yes.”The sound of her voice, likethat, desperate and dark—andinsideour minds…
We’re moving in sync.
The second I let go of her wrists, Sai’s crackling vines rebind them in a flicker of violet. I pull the hoodie from her body, finally, and still when I see her.
There’s a soft ripping of fabric, and her underwear is gone too. But if Sai thinks he’s keeping them, he’s sorely mistaken.
“Fuck me,”Sai groans as we kneel on the bed above her, admiring Jasmine’s naked body.
A soft, scarlet flush decorates her cheeks, neck and chest, a chest which is rising and falling in deep pants, making her heavy breasts drawallof our attention.
I’m touching her before I even think, hot need pumping through my veins. I skim one nipple with my thumb, circling it, then the other.
“Please.”Her soft internal plea breaks our trance.
I sit back against the headboard, pulling her with me, placing her between my legs, lifting her slightly onto my crotch.
Now her legs rest on the outside of mine, bent slightly at the knees, and I hook her arms around my neck, placing a soft kiss to the crook of her throat.
“Our apologies.” Another kiss to the side of her flushed face, slipping one arm underneath her body until my fingers reach that hot, wet entrance again. “We could admire you forever.”
“Put them…” She takes a deep breath. “Back in…now.”Her darkness curls around my hand.
“So demanding,” I laugh softly, studying her body at this new angle in meticulous detail as my fingertips re-enter, and she gasps at the gentle intrusion.
She is a work of art. A masterpiece. I need to capture this moment for eternity.
