Rafael's POV:
Her fingers curled into Rhys’s shirt. “Don’t.”
Behind her, I let a grin spread across my face, one that probably looked a little too wicked, a little too eager.
“Then I think it’s time we ruin you sweetly.”
She laughed, soft and breathless, like she couldn’t help it. Goddess, that sound.
Then she leaned back, trusting us, surrendering so beautifully that my control coiled tight in my spine.
I reached for the silk blindfold, the black length cool and soft between my fingers. I held it out to her, watching the anticipation flare in her eyes. “How about… you play a little game?” I whispered, voice rough. “Guess who’s touching.”
Her breath hitched—gods, I felt it—and her eyes fluttered, like just the idea was enough to make her legs tremble.
“I... know your touch,” she mo
