Chapter eleven

"Maybe we should give her a little demonstration," Silas suggested, his hands sliding around her waist from behind.

Lyra's heart raced as she felt the warmth of Silas's body against her back. She was surrounded by the three brothers, each of them exuding an aura of raw masculinity that was impossible to ignore. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting desires, but her body was responding to their proximity in a way that she couldn't control.

Ezra's hand brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle yet electric. "We want to show you how good it can be, Lyra," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Zayn's fingers trailed roughly down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "We can make you feel things you've never imagined," he said, his voice low and hypnotic.

Silas's lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let us take care of you," he whispered, his words sending a jolt of desire through her.

“We won’t touch you until you agree, love!”. Ez