Crimson Bonds

Desire

Nikolai is the first to move, his hands sliding to my waist as he pulls me closer to him. His lips find my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin where they had bitten me earlier. Each touch of his mouth sends waves of heat through me, making it impossible to think about anything but how badly I want this. Want him.

Lila's hand slides up my thigh, her fingers curling possessively into my skin. She doesn't rush. Her movements are deliberate, controlled, like she's already decided how far this will go—how far I will let her take me.

And I want to follow her wherever that is.

"You're beautiful like this," she whispers, her voice dripping with desire. "So open. So ready."

Her words make my body respond in ways I can't control, my skin burning under her touch. She shifts closer, her lips finding my jaw as she kisses her way down to my neck, her breath warm against me. The sensation is overwhelming, the pull between us growing stronger with each passing second.

Dante's hand remains on my chin, holding me in place as he leans down, his lips brushing against mine but not quite kissing me. His breath is warm, teasing, as his thumb strokes my jawline. "Do you want this?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of the question hangs heavily between us.

I nod, my heart racing, my body buzzing with anticipation. "Yes," I breathe out.

That's all it takes. Dante's lips crash into mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless. His kiss is rough, demanding, and I melt into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as the intensity of the moment consumes me. His hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens, the heat between us growing hotter, more urgent.

Nikolai's mouth moves lower, his kisses trailing down my neck to my collarbone, his hands tightening around my waist as he pulls me against him. I can feel his breath, hot against my skin, and the sensation makes me shiver, my body arching toward him as his hands roam over my back.

Lila's lips move along my throat, her fingers pressing against my thigh as her other hand slips beneath my shirt, her touch burning against my skin. She moves slowly, deliberately, her fingers teasing as she traces the lines of my breast, sending shockwaves of heat through me with every brush of her hand.

The three of them surround me, their hands, their lips, their heat—it's overwhelming, but I don't want them to stop. I can't get enough of the way they touch me, the way they make me feel. Every nerve in my body is alive, humming with the intensity of the moment, and I want more. So much more.

Dante breaks the kiss, his breath heavy as he looks down at me, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You have to tell us if you want us to stop," he promises, his voice rough, intense.

His words send a shiver through me, but in this moment, I can't imagine that even crossing my mind. I know there is no stopping now. I want this—want them—more than I've ever wanted anything. The connection between us, the heat, the desire—it's too strong, too powerful to resist.

"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice breathless, full of need.

Nikolai's laughter rumbles against my skin, low and seductive, as his hands slide lower, gripping my hips. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, his lips grazing my ear.

Lila's fingers trace my spine, her breath hot against my throat. "We're just getting started."

And as their touches grow bolder, hotter, the heat between us swirls into something more. Something dangerous. Something intoxicating. Something I'm ready to drown in.

The air between us has become molten, thick with desire that makes it hard to breathe, let alone think. Every inch of my skin is alive, buzzing under their touch, my body responding to the heat they radiate, the electricity that sparks between us. I'm lost in it, completely at their mercy, and I don't want to be anywhere else.