Nino’s POV.
I could barely think past the pulsing need crashing over me and the ache in my d**k begging to be relieved.
Watching her wasn’t enough, seeing her flushed skin and hearing her moans of pleasure as my brothers hands glided over her skin wasn’t enough either. I needed to be inside her, I needed to be touching her, I needed her to touch me. I need to feel her.
I grip the base of my d**k tighter when she lets out one of those low, breathy moans and arches her back off the bed. Kane’s palm keeps her grounded, but that doesn’t stop her from writhing against him and throwing her head back in pleasure. A soft curse slips past my lips as I watch her face twist in a mix of pleasure and torture, and the curse rings out even louder when her eyes meet mine and then slide from my face to
