Enora lay on the bed, her wrist tied securely to the bedframe above her head. Lucas knelt beside her, his gaze burning with desire as he watched Sebastian tease her clot and pussy with his fingers and tongue. He couldn’t get enough of seeing Enora like this. Each stroke Sebastian made, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, building her arousal to a fever pitch. Sebastian’s touch was maddingly light, his fingers dancing over her sensitive skin with practiced precision. Enora’s breath hitched with each touch, her body arching off the bed as she chased the elusive release that hovered just out of reach.