The heat between them hadn't eased.
If anything, it was worse now—deeper, tighter, like something pulling from inside out.
Lilith clung to him, legs tight around his waist, breath brushing his mouth every time she moaned. Ethan stayed buried in her, moving with her, like they couldn't get close enough.
Behind him, Seraphina pressed close, her chest warm against his back, arms wrapped firm around his torso.
Her breath tickled his neck, her hands sliding over his stomach, slow and hungry.
He was stuck between them, and he didn't want to leave.
Lilith rocked forward again, her hips dropping harder this time, and Ethan groaned, gripping her waist with both hands.
His head fell forward, lips brushing her collarbone, while Seraphina's fingers dragged lower, teasing along the lines of his hips.
Lilith's moan rose, and Seraphina's breath hitched, the two of them clinging to him, their bodies moving together.
