Lorenzo Drakvolk I pumped my fingers slowly, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her moan. Valentino kissed her deeply then, swallowing her sounds while his hand continued tormenting her breasts—squeezing, tugging, soothing. I leaned down and took her other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak until her back arched off the bed.The tray was forgotten. Food could wait. She needed this more—needed us to remind her she wasn’t alone, that her body was safe with us, that pleasure could cut through the pain even for a little while.Her hands fisted in my hair as I switched to her other breast, biting down gently before soothing with my tongue. Valentino’s fingers replaced mine between her thighs, thicker, rougher, plunging deep while his thumb worked her clit in tight circles. She was panting now, hips rolling desperately between us.“That’s it,” I growled against her skin, kissing down her stomach, nipping at her hipbone. “Let go for u
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