Monster Can Love Too
Damien said, voice low, curling into a growl, “can’t even breathe without making someone hard.”
Julian’s hand slid down Noa’s chest, nails dragging lightly over wet skin, leaving marks the water couldn’t hide. “Jealous?”
Damien glanced up, lips wet, pupils wide. “Of him?” A slow drag of tongue over his bottom lip. “Always.”
Alessio’s laugh was rough, sharp. “Then take turns.”
And they did.
Not cleanly. Not gently.
Hands replaced mouths. Mouths replaced hands. Breath became the only language, gasps and curses the only punctuation.
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