Delilah's POVHe made a sound low in his throat and his lips pressed against the curve of my neck and the warmth of his mouth sent a shiver down my spine that I didn't bother hiding. His musky scent wrapped around me and Storm hummed and my head tipped back without my permission.Dante's hand slid up my spine from behind. Slow, deliberate, his fingers tracing the line of my back like he was memorizing it."Higher," I said.His hand moved to the back of my neck and his thumb pressed into the tension there and a groan slipped out of me before I could catch it."Good," I said. "Keep doing that."Mateo's mouth trailed from my neck to my collarbone and his hands tightened on my waist. "Can I go lower?""Ask me again.""Can I go lower, Delilah?""Yes."His lips moved down my chest and his breath was hot against my skin and when his mouth closed over my nipple I gasped and grabbed a fistful of his hair and held him there. His tongue circled and flicked and I felt the pull of it all the way d
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