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More pressure. More depth. Moreeverything.

I rock my hips harder and faster, mouth falling open as I ride it like instinct’sfinallygiving me a damn clue what might help.

The cotton cover drags against my swollen clit - soft but textured - soaking up every drop of slick gushing out of me as I rut down into it like a beast.

My fingers dig into the mattress. My breath shudders.

And then -

They’rein my head.

Ash -

That unbothered, tightly-leashed dominance.

His hands, his voice, the way he looked at me like I was both prey and weapon.

I grind down harder.

Kai -

Smirking little menace. A walking red flag with great hair and the energy of a golden retriever who learned to flirt.

He’s cocky, annoying, and, unfortunately,extremelyhot.

I whimper. My thighs shake.

Theo -

Gentle hands, reverent eyes, that "I’ll ruin you with kindness" thing that should be illegal.

I roll my hips tighter, breath catching, chasing it now like my life depends on it.

And then -

Lucian -

Ohgod,Lucian.

Cold gaze. Murder energy. That voice that sounds like it signs death warrants and bedtime stories with the same tone.

And the way he looked at me when I told him to lock the door?

Like he already had me.

Like I’d already lost.

Like I was alreadyhis.

“F-fuck-”

I rut against the pillow like I’m trying to file a complaint with the universe.

My thighs are slick. The pillow’s wrecked.

I don’t care. I want it.

I need it.

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