Leon dipped his head without warning, lips closing around one of her hard pink nipples—sucking hard, tongue swirling roughly around the stiff, sensitive peak before teeth grazed just enough to send a sharp ZZZZAP of pleasure-pain shooting through her.
Slrrrp~ Flick~ Slrrrp~
His other hand claimed her opposite breast—big, soft, overflowing his palm like warm silk—molding the plush flesh greedily, fingers sinking deep into the yielding mound, kneading and squeezing rhythmically while his thumb rolled the nipple in tight, merciless circles.
Seraphine arched her back slightly off the mattress, a throaty, needy moan spilling from her swollen lips as pleasure sparked from her chest straight to her dripping core.
"Ahh~ Leon… mmmh~! Fuck—yes~…"
But even between the moans—her voice breathy, broken, trembling—he heard the question again, quieter this time, edged with something dangerous and possessive.
"Leon… who is more beautiful… between us? Ira… or me?"
Shit.
