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My breath shudders as I try to hold back a moan, feeling every nerve in my body straining as they keep me on the edge without release. The room feels charged, my senses heightened as every touch, every whisper from them sinks deep into my bones. The plug they left in place feels heavy, tantalizing, yet they haven’t even turned it on, making every second feel like a tease without relief.
I look at Demitri, a silent plea in my eyes, but he only smirks, leaning in close enough that I can feel his breath against my neck, his fingers grazing over my hips. “What’s the matter, Alissia?” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “You said we couldn't do it. But here you are, barely holding on.”
Blake moves behind me, his hands tracing patterns along my spine, barely applying pressure yet enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. He chuckles low, a sound that vibrates through me, making my breath catch. “You beg
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