Rhys pinched her nipple again and sucked her earlobe as Damien spread her legs wide. There was nothing her men couldn't see. Damien licked his bottom lip. "Tell me exactly what you want and you'll get it."
"I want you to ... lick ... to ... to eat me out?" She said, a faint blush tainting her cheeks.
Damien's eyes darkened and he lowered himself to the bed. Beatrix almost jumped away when his tongue flattened over her clit. Her legs trembled and if Rhys hadn't grabbed one of her thighs, she would have clenched her thighs around Damien's head.
"You're going to lay here and take it or he'll stop," Rhys warned. "Let us make you come, sweetheart."
She nodded in a jerky motion, then Rhys kissed her again, fast and hungry while sending waves of pleasure across her body every time he flicked or rolled her nipple between his fingers.
