Dorian's husky whisper is liquid heat. As he palms one heavy breast, the intent of his words races along my veins, pooling in the empty and abruptly aching hollow between my thighs. Suddenly shaky, I lean heavily into Sean's hard body, molding to him as he supports me.
There's an urgency to Dorian's kiss as he delves deep into my mouth and the wild dance of his tongue over mine is harder than it usually is—more like Sean's actually. The mingled spice of desire in their combined scents drifts around us.
