Keya's POV:
I was completely sated when I heard the click of the handcuffs, leaving my hands. I stretched my hands with a sigh when Rafe removed the blindfold.
"Did you enjoy?"
I nodded. Oh, I was still shaking from the high when they shifted positions—hands moving away, mouths leaving trails of heat down my trembling skin.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Rhys said. “So wrecked. So perfect.”
I looked up with a groan. f**k. They were both still dressed, and I didn't like it, not one bit.
“You’re both dressed?” I said, breathlessly, almost a whine.
Rafael’s mouth brushed my ear. “Of course.”
“You’re cruel.”
His teeth grazed the shell of my ear, slow and deliberate. “And you like it.”
“Rhys…” I groaned, reaching for him, but he caught my wrist.
“Tell us what you want.”
“I want you
