Aitana's POV
His touch was electric, sending shivers across my skin as his fingers traced a path up my inner thighs. The reverence in his movement was a stark contrast to the raw, predatory hunger in his gaze.
"You want him to taste you, don't you?" Sebastian whispered, nibbling my ear.
I moaned in response as Tristan continued to leave featherly kisses against the sensitive skin of my thigh. “So sweet,” he murmured, his voice husky, sending vibrations all over my body. "I think the name Flower suits you pretty well, don't you, brother?"
Sebastian hummed, his hands trailing down my back, securing my position so I wouldn't move. "Even her scent is sweet. But our little girasol still hasn't answered my question."
What was the question again?
"If you wanted Tristan to taste you," H
