Damien began to lick her with long, slow strokes, tasting her deeply as his tongue worked with a rhythmic, hungry pace. Sofia's back arched off the bed, her breath hitching as he explored every sensitive fold.
To drive her further, he slid a thick finger deep inside her, stretching her tight walls while his mouth continued to worship her.
Sofia let out a broken moan, her body trembling from the intense stimulation, but the sound was swallowed by Alaric as he sealed her lips with a bruising, possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he tasted the desperation on her breath.
Sofia was trapped in a storm of pleasure. From above, Alaric was dominating her senses, his scent filling her lungs. Below, Damien was relentlessly flicking his tongue and driving his fingers into her slick heat.
The double stimulation was incredible, but it only fanned the flames of the White Wolf's fever.
