Lyla

Lyla POV:

The heat of desire swirled within me, stoking a burning need that demanded satisfaction. Every twist of my hips sought to create the friction I so desperately craved. I felt wild, untamed, my very core pulsating in a rhythm that mirrored my accelerating heartbeat.

Suddenly, the sharp hiss of fabric tearing filled the air, snapping my focus back. Breaking away from the intoxicating depth of Samuel's lips, I tried to gather my bearings, to make sense of the maelstrom of sensations enveloping me. But Samuel, with a relentless hunger, trailed burning kisses down my jawline, lingering at my neck. His lips there felt like a brand, each nip and suckle drawing forth throaty moans from deep within me.

My gaze drifted downwards, and there, in the midst of this heady dance, I found Cameron. Positioned between my thighs, his eyes—intense, predatory, and dark as the midnight sky—were locked onto mine. A teasing smirk graced his lips as he dragged his nose over the delicate lace of my pan