Lena’s breath stuttered as Silas guided her hips, urging her rhythm with gentle, encouraging pressure. She was still straddling him, their bodies moving in slow, deliberate sync, every shift sending sparks through her nerves. His hands warm, large, steady cupped her waist as if she were something precious he couldn’t bear to lose.
“Easy,” he murmured, voice thick with heat and affection. “Just feel me.”
She did. Every inch of him. Every tremor in his breath. Every patient encourages me.
But beneath the pleasure humming through her, another sensation tugged at her anticipation. Something bigger, something she had wanted but hadn’t dared say aloud.
Damian stood behind her, one knee on the mattress, the heat of him a presence she could feel without being touched. He leaned in, lips grazin
