Suri Nightingale
There was just no f*****g way. I couldn’t f*****g believe it.
Not when Atlas was kissing me so deep it was almost as if he was greedily trying to take all my breath away. Not when Wes was gently caressing my legs and leaving soft kisses on them that made my body go crazy.
This. Was. Not. Happening.
“What do you want, Suri? Tell me, what do you want?” Atlas asked with a voice so raspy I felt myself get even wetter and I didn’t even know that was still possible at this point. God, I’m going to need new sheets after this.
Nope, this really was happening.
“Mm…” I moaned a little too loud on his lips when I felt Wes’ warm tongue glide its way all over the bottom of my legs.
That sounds like such an unhygienic thing to do, but I can’t even tell him to stop. I can’t
