Zayn's breath brushed over the side of her neck as Karl's tongue traced the line of her collarbone.
Sunnie's pulse hammered under their mouths. She turned her head just enough for Karl's lips to find hers in a steamy kiss, her breath quavering in submission.
The first kiss was slow and deliberate. Karl's mouth claimed hers with a low, hungry sound, tongue sliding past her lips while Zayn's hands tightened on her waist and pulled her flush against his bare chest.
She felt the hard press of him through the thin loincloth, already thick and ready. Zayn was already hardened down there.
Karl deepened the kiss, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other sliding down to palm her breast through the thin fabric of her dress.
Zayn's mouth opened against the curve of her shoulder. He bit down lightly, then soothed the mark with his tongue, his hands working through her primitive clothing and working it free and open.
