Page 223 of Psycho Pack

Not hungry now.

Now that she's healing.

We take care of her.

Still slender, still lithe.

But soft.

Every inch of skin a map I want to memorize.

Thane's hands roam too.

Working in tandem with mine.

Like we're of one mind.

One purpose.

To please her.

To worship her.

Ivy gasps as I lick her neck.

Her shoulder.

Her spine.

She reaches back.

Tangles her hands in my hair.

Then reaches down.

Reaches behind herself.

Her hands find my belt.

Undoes the buckle.

She twists in our laps.

Unzips my pants.

My cock springs free.

Bounces up against her ass.

Catches on her cheek.

Thane strips as well.

Hangs his leg off the bed.

Kicks his pants off.

Still wearing his jacket.