Page 64 of Knot Their Arrangement

But it isn’t unpleasant —it’s devastatingly good.

A low whimper slips from me, my head tilting back slightly as Kieran makes a sound of pure satisfaction. He takes his time, his tongue slow and indulgent as he licks between my folds, savoring the taste of me.

Damon watches me, eyes dark with hunger, his thumb tracing along my lips.

"So fucking sweet," Kieran groans, his voice vibrating against me, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

He pulls back just enough to glance up at me, his tongue swiping over his lower lip as if unwilling to waste a single drop.

"Best I dive right in."

My entire body tenses, anticipation curling through me like a live wire as I brace for the overwhelming pleasure to come.

Kieran wastes no time. His mouth is on me, his tongue sliding between my folds without hesitation as if he’s been starving for the taste of me. The sensation is devastating, pleasure blooming in waves that make my thighs quiver.

I try to contain the moan of relief that threatens to break free, but I can barely hold it back.

Damon doesn’t give me the chance to even try. His lips capture mine in a hungry, claiming kiss, muffling my moans with a dark, approving growl.

"Mmm, you sound so fucking good when you moan, mia principessa," he murmurs against my lips, nipping at the bottom one. "A sound like that—a whimsical symphony—shouldn’t be wasted on anyone unworthy."

I shudder, overwhelmed by the dual sensations—the devastatingly slow strokes of Kieran’s tongue below and the wicked heat of Damon’s mouth above. The sharp snap of fingers makes my eyes flutter open, though my mind is far too hazy with pleasure to comprehend what such a simple sound means.

"Moan louder, mia principessa," Damon commands.

My body obeys before my mind even catches up. A groan spills past my lips, directly into his mouth as he swallows the sound greedily like he owns it. That sound only seems to ignite the wildfire inside me, heat and pleasure crashing through me as Kieran licks me like I’m the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted.

I can feel the wetness pooling, dripping down my thighs, and Kieran doesn’t hesitate to savor every drop.

He moans softly against me, the vibrations of his pleasure sending another wave of heat through me. The obscene sound of him devouring me fills the air, the lewd slurps only making me burn hotter.

Damon smirks as he watches me unravel.

"You’re dripping, cara. Kieran is drinking you up like the sweetest wine."

A rush of arousal floods me at his words, my back arching as I press myself closer against him. Damon tugs at his tie with a slow, lazy pull, watching me as if savoring every second of my undoing.

I groan against his lips, suddenly desperate for something I can’t quite name. I want to match this intensity, to feel like I’m not just losing myself, but taking something, too. He seems to sense it, his golden eyes darkening with something unreadable before he leans back just enough for me to take control.

Goddess, can a man ever be so perfect?

Without hesitation, I reach for his tie, pulling him back to me with a fierce tug. The silk slides loose with ease, and my fingers immediately work at the buttons of his dress shirt, impatient.

The frustration builds as my trembling hands struggle against the material, so I do the only thing that makes sense in my haze—I grip the seams and yank.

The sharp sound of buttons popping off fills the air, some bouncing off the table, others hitting the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Damon chuckles darkly, clearly entertained by my recklessness.

"Impatient, are we?"

I don’t answer, too lost in the next desperate, messy kiss we share, all heat and urgency. My hands roam over his now-bare chest, feeling the firm ridges of muscle, the heat of his skin searing into my palms.

Below, Kieran groans as if my pleasure fuels him, and he isn’t trying to be quiet about it anymore. He eats me with devotion as if it’s his only purpose in this moment. His tongue flicks expertly, swirling and stroking, dipping deep as if he wants to claim every inch of me.

I’ve never had a partner take their time to worship me like this; not possibly had someone so singularly focused on my pleasure in comparison to their own.

And now, not just one, but two men are drowning me in sensations I’d never thought possible.

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