Page 228 of Psycho Pack

Not right now.

But then she relaxes.

Pushes back against me.

Pulls her legs in.

Toes are still curled.

She takes me deeper.

A growl builds in my chest.

Can't hold it back.

Don't want to.

She slides down on my cock.

Stretched slightly from my fingers.

From Thane's fingers.

Moan bubbles in her throat.

She stops sinking down.

Seated on the edges of our knots.

Her body shakes violently.

She twists, adjusting.

Gasps.

Panting.

Twists again, turns her head.

Kisses side of my face clumsily.

Almost cuts her lips on my teeth.

"Thrust," she whispers.

Drags her lips over my scars.

She twists around again.

Braces herself.

Permission granted.

We start to move.

All three of us connected.

One flesh.