Chapter 104 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 9

Chapter 104 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 9
I should have been. I knew I should have been terrified. He was dangerous. He was not human. He was something powerful, something I couldn’t even fight if I wanted to.
But fear wasn’t what twisted in my stomach.
Excitement was.
My skin burned where they touched me. My pulse throbbed wildly, not from terror, but from a hunger I didn’t even know I had. My lips trembled, my body leaning instinctively into them instead of away.
What was wrong with me?
I clenched my fists, trying to ground myself, but the one in front of me tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his molten stare again. His golden eyes burned straight into me, glowing like fire caught in glass. My chest rose and fell too fast, my breaths shallow, and still he held me steady with just that single touch. His thumb brushed along my jaw, slow and deliberate, and I swear my whole body trembled from that tiny stroke.
“Answer me,” he whispered inside my head. His voice wasn’t out loud, but it still sent a shiver all the way down my spine. It was like his words touched something deep inside me that no one else ever had.
“I…” My throat felt too tight to speak, my voice cracking with every word. “No… I’m not afraid.”
The one behind me laughed low, a dark chuckle that made goosebumps rise all over my skin. It was the kind of sound that warned me I should be scared, but instead it stirred something else—something heavy and needy that spread through my stomach and between my thighs. His lips grazed the shell of my ear, warm and teasing, before he whispered, “Good.”
The word alone nearly undid me. My legs pressed together on their own, heat pooling there, my body aching in ways I didn’t even understand. And yet I didn’t move away. I didn’t want to.
The one in front of me finally lowered his head, his golden eyes locking onto mine until the very last second. Then his mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet, and my body arched toward him on instinct. His tongue flicked across the sensitive bud, circling, teasing, before he sucked hard enough to make me gasp. The sound that left me was sharp and broken, like I couldn’t hold it in.
Behind me, the second one pressed his chest into my back, his warmth soaking into me until I felt trapped between their bodies. His lips brushed my neck, first soft and careful, then firmer, sucking until sparks shot down my body. When his teeth grazed my skin, my knees buckled, a cry escaping me before I could stop it.
His hand came around, large and rough, finding my other breast. His fingers pinched my nipple, tugging, rolling it between them. The sharpness of it made me moan, my head tipping back against his shoulder. The sound of their breaths, their mouths on me, the heavy weight of their bodies pressed so close—it was too much and not enough all at once.
I grabbed the shoulders of the one in front of me, desperate to keep myself steady. My nails dug into the leather covering his body, and I could feel the hard planes of muscle beneath. My thighs trembled under me, the water still clinging to my skin making me even more aware of their heat.
Everywhere they touched, it felt like fire. My breasts, my neck, even the places they hadn’t touched yet burned with need. Their mouths and hands worked me in perfect rhythm—the one in front sucking and teasing with his tongue while the one behind kneaded and stroked, his mouth leaving marks along my throat.
A cry tore from me, raw and shameless. My body shook between them, caught in waves of pleasure that kept building higher.
The one in front of me released my nipple with a wet pop that sent a shiver straight down my spine. My chest rose and fell hard, my skin burning where his mouth had been. He didn’t give me time to recover. Slowly, almost like he was teasing me on purpose, he began kissing his way down my stomach.
Each press of his lips was soft but lingering, leaving sparks that made my belly flutter. When he reached the edge of my waist, just above the place that pulsed and ached for him, I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped me. My fingers tangled into his wet, silvery hair without me even realizing it, clutching him as if I was afraid he might disappear.
His big, rough hand slid down the outside of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He gripped the back of my knee and lifted, placing my leg over his broad shoulder with a strength that made me feel weightless in his hold. The sudden exposure made my face burn, my core now completely bared to him, throbbing under his hot stare.
I could feel the warmth of his breath against me before he even touched me. It made me shiver and gasp, my body already moving toward him without my permission. My hips twitched forward as if begging, and the needy ache between my legs grew worse.
Then—without warning—he leaned in and sucked my clit into his mouth.
The shock of it made me cry out, my back arching violently. The pleasure was sharp, electric, shooting through me so fast my knees nearly buckled. His tongue flicked against me, circling and pressing before dragging slow, wet strokes that made me moan louder than I ever had before.
At the same time, the one behind me claimed my breasts again. His strong hands cupped them from underneath, pushing them up before his fingers pinched both nipples hard. The sting shot through me, but before I could cry out from the pain, he soothed them, rolling and rubbing with his thumbs in slow, lazy circles that made my toes curl. The mixture of sharpness and gentleness, pain and pleasure, had my whole body trembling.
A helpless moan slipped past my lips, louder this time. I bit down on my lower lip, but it was useless. Every sound he pulled from me only seemed to make him hungrier. The one kneeling between my legs groaned low into my folds, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. My hips rolled against his mouth, desperate, greedy, unable to stop themselves.