Kane:
Her chest rose and fell delicately, yet she emanated such grace and beauty.
How could anyone hurt her?
"I don't know how to do this," she admitted, her voice barely audible as we closed in on her, pants undone, shirts scattered on the floor.
My hand slid to the nape of her neck, my thumb brushing against her pulse.
"Then let us show you," I whispered against her lips, my hands trembling with need, with the urge to consume her the way she consumes us.
Kruel's lips grazed her shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly against her skin.
"Let go, angel," he whispered.
Kaos's mouth claimed hers then, slow and deliberate, as if daring her to pull away. But she didn't. She couldn't. The dam inside her broke, and the tension that had simmered between us for weeks was ready to erupt int
