Eleanor's POV
A broken whimper tore from my throat, a desperate, keening sound that was half plea, half surrender. "Ah...ah...please..."
Kieran's low chuckle was a dark caress. "That's it," he purred, his finger curling inside me, hitting a spot that made my visio whiten at the edged. "Let us feel you tremble."
Keith's breath was hot against my ear, his voice a rough, satisfied growl. "This is what happens when you play games."
Their words, their touch, it was all too much. The pleasure was a tidal wave, building and building with every thrust of Kieran's finger, every clever circle on my clit, every suckling bite on my skin. I felt the ecstasy coiling tight in my core, a spring wound to its breaking point, and then-it snapped.
