I may have allowed her some movement, but I keep the pace, and I ensure I enter tediously slow. Making her whine and whimper all the way. When all three fingers are finally seated back inside her tight walls, she shivers like she’s whole again.
“Look at her, trying to take control,” Sai teases, murmuring the words against her inner thigh. “It’s cute, really.”
I pulse my fingers and she moans with satisfaction, sinking back against me further. The action causes her ass to brush against my cock, and I stifle my groan against her throat.
“I can’t wait.”Sai grits out, only to me.
Without saying it, I know what he wants. I lift my knees, and slowly slide hers open.
Sai stares up at her, on his elbows between her legs, lips still against her thigh but higher.
He’s enamoured. As am I.
He’s desperate to taste her, but just as desperate to memorise this.
“Maybe we should just keep her like this,” he says, gaze a mixture of blue and black.
Jasmine jolts at his words, tilting her chin down.
“How many days did she keep us apart, Julien?”
“Fourteen.”
“Fourteen,” Sai repeats slowly. His hands slide under her thighs, one in each, and she watches him, helpless.
“Twoweeks.” Sai’s grasp tightens, fingertips pressing into soft skin. “That was cruel, baby.”
“You deserved it,” she says, breathless, but with that same cruel sweetness that never fails to stir something dangerous in us.
Our bond is a vicious thing. Even now, so vulnerable and bare, she bites.
As he stares up at her, Sai’s eyes bleed black, his markings darken, and his expression twists feral. My vision slips with his, the room draining of colour. My hand collars her throat.
She knows exactly what she’s doing, riling us with every breath. Every word. Even as she trembles helplessly beneath our touch.
Even when she should be begging for mercy, she offers provocation instead.
I’ve never wanted her more.
“So much fight.” My words are a low murmur, soaked in shadow and need. “So brave.”
I curl my fingers inside her, stroke that perfect spot that makes her walls tremble.
“So reckless.” I breathe the words against her skin, a tremor wrecks through her body in a shuddering gasp.
“We deserved it?”Sai growls, markings spiking in and out. “Say it again.” His voice fractures, dropping lower, deadlier. “Go on,lieto us. Pretend we deserved to be starved of you, of this, like it wasn’t torture for all of us.”
Without warning, he drops his head, and I know the second he tastes her because his markings light up the entire room.
He releases a low, pained sound. Something Faeish slips out, remnants of a broken prayer?
Then he groans, right against her heat. “Fucking hell.”Her body tenses, resisting and yielding all at once as Sai feasts.
Her legs shake, trying to close against the building pleasure, but my knees and Sai’s hands keep them firmly open.
“Stay still,” I order as her legs try to push against mine. My fingers tighten around her throat. “Do not test us, mon âme. Not now. Remember, you did this.”
She whimpers, and it’s euphonious.
