Their smiles were identical – predatory, satisfied, anticipating.
"Good," Seria said, already standing and pulling her shirt over her head. "Because we're not stopping until you've fucked us both senseless."
"Agreed," Elara added, her nightgown already sliding off her shoulders.
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They moved to the bedroom in a tangle of discarding clothes and heated touches. By the time they reached the massive bed, Seria was down to just her shirt – unbuttoned and hanging open – and her socks. Something about the partial state of undress was more erotic than full nudity.
She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs in clear invitation. "I want you inside me. Now. No more teasing."
Damien moved over her, positioning himself, and Seria's hands gripped his shoulders in anticipation.
He entered her in one smooth thrust, and Seria's back arched off the bed.
"Yes!" The word was pure pleasure, no hesitation. "Gods, yes, just like that."
