Their Serenity (A Reverse Harem)
Dawn’s light seeped through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets, but my body still thrummed from the night before—aching
in the best fucking way.
I stretched lazily, muscles deliciously sore, feeling the weight of Nikolai’s arm draped possessively over my waist, the slow press of Nial’s lips against the back of my neck, the heavy warmth of Nadei’s leg tangled with mine. They had ruined me. Again. And still, a lingering throb pulsed between my thighs, insatiable as ever.
A smirk tugged at my lips. Nadei had once called me greedy. He wasn’t wrong.