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“Sorry,” she gasped, curling in on herself slightly.“Butyour hand is too rough.I’mjust so… sosensitivethere right now.”

A slow, understanding smile spread acrossBright’sface.

“You heard her,Burn—hands are too rough.”Therewas a new light in his hazel-green eyes then, a dark, knowing gleam she didn’t understand, but she saw the exact same hungry understanding reflected in the midnight blue ofBurn’sgaze.

Her breath hitched.

“What… what does that mean?”she asked, her voice a breathless whisper, her heart thundering in her ears.

“It means we’ll have to help you come another way,”Burngrowled, the promise in his tone making her stomach flutter.

Bright leaned forward, his expression one of smoldering intent.

“My lady,” he said, his voice a soft, devastating caress.“We’regoing to have to taste you.”

46

BURN

Burn’s breath caught in his throat—a sharp, involuntary hitch as he took in the sight before him.Thewoman he andBrightboth cared for—the woman who had somehow become the center of their fucked-up universe—was laid out between them like a goddamn feast, and he was starving.Thethin, crimson silk of her nightgown was pulled up, putting her full, heavy breasts on display, the nipples still wet and tight from their mouths.Butit was what was below that held his gaze captive.

Her thick, luscious thighs were spread wide for them, soft and creamy brown against the white sheets—an open invitation that made his cock pulse with a painful, immediate need.Andbetween them…fuck.Herpussy was berry-dark and glistening with need.

The plump, swollen outer lips were flushed and parted slightly to reveal her inner slit, gleaming with her sweet, slippery honey.Hertight little clit looked like a pearl, begging for attention andBurncould smell the rich, ripe scent of her female arousal—an aphrodisiac that went straight to his head, clouding his thoughts with a single, primal imperative—hehadto taste her.

He wanted to bury his face between her thighs—wanted to devour her, to drink down every last drop of her juices and hear her moan his name until she was hoarse.Butthrough the red haze of lust, a sliver of reason remained.Shewas sensitive—overwhelmed and over-stimulated.Hehad to go slow—had to be careful with her, even if every instinct inside shouted at him to take, to claim, to own.

He dragged his gaze from the hypnotic sight of her spread pussy and looked up atBright, a silent question in his eyes.TheLightTwin, his face a mask of shared hunger and need, gave a slight, understanding nod.

“You can go first,”Brightsaid, his voice rough with desire, as though he’d read the desperate need burning inBurn’ssoul.“Justsave some honey for me.”

A hoarse, grateful sound rumbled inBurn’schest.

“Will do,” he promised.Heshifted his focus back toNoelle, whose wide, uncertain eyes were fixed on him.“Justhelp her relax and let me in.”

“Of course,”Brightmurmured, his tone shifting into one of gentle command.

Burn was dimly aware of his friend moving, settling behindNoelle, pulling her up so her back was against his chest.Brightwrapped a strong arm around her shoulders, his other hand coming to rest comfortingly on her stomach.

“It’s alright, my lady,” he whispered into her ear.“Justbreathe.Letus take care of you.LetBurnshow you how good he can make you feel.”

Burn didn’t wait for further permission.Hemoved between her spread thighs, the heat from her body radiating against his lips.Heplaced his hands on the soft, trembling flesh of her inner knees, his thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles.Then, holding her gaze, he lowered his head.

He didn’t dive in.Hestarted gently, in a way that felt alien to his own brutal nature.Hepressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above her knee.Hercreamy brown skin was like warm silk.Hefelt her jolt, a tiny gasp escaping her lips.Hedid the same to the other thigh, inhaling her scent, letting it drown him.Hetrailed a line of feather-light kisses upwards, each one bringing him closer to the epicenter of her heat, the source of that intoxicating perfume.

When he was finally there, his face hovering just inches from her soft little pussy, he paused, breathing her in, letting the anticipation coil tight in both of them.Hecould see everything—the shine of her honey and the sweet bud of her clit, swollen and begging for attention.

“Gods, so fucking beautiful,” he heard himself growl, the words raw and honest.

Then, he gave in to the need that was clawing at his self-control.

His tongue, broad and flat, swiped up her entire slit in one long, slow, languorous stroke from her entrance to her clit.

The taste of her exploded on his tongue—sweet, ripe, and uniquelyher—better than any ambrosia, more addictive than any drug.

A broken, shuddering cry tore fromNoelle’sthroat, her hips bucking off the bed.Bright’sarm tightened around her, holding her steady.

“That’s it,” theLightTwinmurmured, his voice a low, dirty counterpoint toBurn’sfeasting.“LetBurntaste you,Noelle.Lethim have all that sweet nectar.Doyou like that, sweetheart?Doyou like the way his big, rough tongue feels on your soft little pussy?”