"Then you will have to belong to us, Emira. Tell us..."
She frowned. What did they want her to tell? In fact, why talk when they could do so many more pleasurable things with their mouths but then they seemed to move away...Her eyes snapped open and in their eyes, she saw the need, the heat and the determination...
Her body, despite having come so many times, protested as the three men moved away again and her hands clenched over the sheet and she stubbornly refused to say anything. Instead she looked at Zen, who had just been in her mouth and deliberately licked her lower lip, "I assure you I can do better with my mouth than talking..."
She heard them growl and in the next moment, the little distance they had put between them was erased. But still, they refused to continue, only staring at her.
