"N-Noah... use your fingers instead?"
I pleaded, my head falling back against Fenric's rock-solid chest.
"No way, I'm going to use yours. You have to feel your insides this time, Little tiger," he grinned, his eyes burning with a predatory hunger.
He leaned over me, looking past my shoulder at Fenric, who was already busy tracing the line of my throat with his tongue. "You're okay with this, right?"
Fenric didn't even look up; he just let out a deep, affirmative rumble that I felt vibrate through my entire back. "Do whatever it takes to make her forget the world, Noah."
Noah pushed my fingers in, his fingers going in as well, and my back arched off Fenric's body, a strangled cry escaping my lips.
The sensation of my own touch, forced by his hand, was almost too much to bear. It was precise and carnal all at once, making me hyper-aware of how badly I wanted them to take over.
