Page 66 of Theirs to Corrupt
Link beckons.
Helpless to resist him or myself, I obey.
When I’m in front of him, he trails his fingers down my arm, igniting a response deep in me.
He doesn’t ask permission as he reaches for the bottom of my sleep top.
Without being asked, I raise my arms, so he can sweep the garment up. Then he releases it, and it floats to the floor to pool there.
The air-conditioning whispers across my skin, making my nipples hard. At least I tell myself that’s what’s happening. Surely my reaction isn’t just from the way the men are looking at me…with deep hunger.
I’m flooded with conflicting emotions, a thrilling mix of vulnerability and exhilaration curling in my belly.
They share a look that is charged with unspoken agreement. I feel exposed, yet strangely empowered and free.
“You’re stunning, little dove.” Link’s voice is low, laced with a sexy huskiness.
“He’s right.” Pax comes closer. “You’ve never been more beautiful.” He sweeps his gaze over my bare skin, looking at me the way he had earlier, leaving me yearning for more.
Slowly, with deliberate intent, Link reaches to cup my breast, his palm warm and firm.
I gasp, arching into his touch as electricity arcs through me.
Even as Link continues, circling my hardening nipple with his thumb, “Let go, little dove. Be mine.”
How can I resist?
“Ask for it.”
“Please,” I whisper.
Link’s hand is a dangerous promise, and his thumb brushes against my sensitive peak. I moan softly and slightly arch my back.
Pax cups my other breast, and he gently squeezes.
Each man’s unique touch drives me mad.
Pax tightens his grip slightly, his fingers coaxing another soft moan from my lips. “Offer yourself to me.”
Though I’m not sure what he’s demanding, I rise onto my tiptoes.
I lean into him, silently begging for more of his touch. He rewards me by rolling my nipple between his fingers, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
Link, not to be outdone, dips his head to capture my other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I gasp, my hands instinctively going to their shoulders to steady myself as my knees weaken.
They support me, their strong arms wrapping around my waist, holding me up as they continue their sensual assault. I’m coming undone, trembling, lost…
I shake my head back and forth desperately.
Then all of a sudden, I’m somewhere else, disoriented, the room spinning, my heart racing.
Breathless, I blink the world back into focus, trying to reorient myself.
As reality seeps back in, I realize it was just a dream—nothing more. But it felt so real, so vivid.
The way they had looked at me, touched me… It had felt like more than just a figment of my imagination. It had felt like forever.
I drink in a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady my nerves.