Duke’s gaze met hers, dark and unreadable, while Wyatt’s eyes roamed her form with a hunger that made her clit throb. “I feel you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. This is mine, she thought, savoring the rare solitude. It was a surrender, a release of the control she’d clung to for so long. Each bite sent sparks through her, her pussy clenching with need. “You were everything, Ma,” he murmured, his voice low and rich with emotion. Duke’s hand slid down her body, his fingers brushing over her clit, and she gasped, her hips bucking toward him. You’re the heart of this place, of us.”
Duke’s fingers traced her arm, his touch gentle, almost reverent. Her hands drifted over her skin, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts, reclaiming a body she’d long treated as a tool rather than a source of pleasure. He brushed a damp curl from her face, his touch tender, grounding. “Take me like you mean it.”
Duke’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding to her ass, spreading her cheeks as Wyatt’s cock nudged her pussy again. She allowed herself to feel wanted, desired, loved. “You’re ours now, Ma. His kiss was both tender and consuming, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth with a hunger that made her head spin.
