Rachele’s devotion.
Rebecca’s surrender.
It nearly killed me.
"f**k," I choked, the word torn apart. "Goddess, Ocean, "
Rachele moaned around me, worshipping me with soft, desperate sounds, her nails curling into my thighs.
Rebecca cried out above me, her body folding, trembling, unable to control the way she trembled with every flick of my tongue.
She wasn’t pushing now.
She wasn’t challenging.
She was breaking for me.
"Riggs," she gasped. "Riggs—please—"
"Not yet," I growled into her skin, tightening my grip on her hips.
Her entire body shook.
"Please," she whispered again, weaker this time, breathless, ruined.
Rachele’s hand slid up my stomach, steadying herself as she took me deeper, her rhythm synced with the trembling of Rebecca above me.
Everything blurred.
Everything
