Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]
My hands found their hair, guiding without demanding.
Simone’s fingers drifted between my thighs, pausing at the crease. “Green?”
“Green,” I gasped.
She parted me gently, stroked the outer lips, then slid one finger along my slit—slow, exploratory. I was soaked. Riley kissed me then—deep, languid, tongue sliding against mine while Simone circled my clit with feather-light pressure.
The build was different from Jace—less frantic, more layered. But the ache was the same. The need to be filled. To be seen.