Bella threw her head back, hair cascading wildly, as she chased yet another building peak, utterly oblivious to anything but the overwhelming fullness inside her.
"I need it… I need you to fill me up even more… please, don't stop fucking me!"
Sebastian sat frozen, the air in the cave suddenly too thick, too warm.
His pulse thudded in his ears like a distant drum, each beat reminding him how exposed he was—not just physically, but in every way that mattered.
Ross, on the other hand, seemed carved from something unbreakable.
He didn't pose or flex; he simply existed in his skin with an effortless authority that made Sebastian's stomach twist.
The torch light was dim but it was enough. Enough to trace every ridge and valley of muscle along Ross's chest and abdomen.
Enough to highlight the perfect masculine charm, the subtle sheen of sweat at his collarbone, the way his thighs flexed slightly as he shifted his weight.
And lower—fuck, lower—there was no hiding it.
