My breath hitches, but I don't look down. I feel Kayden kneeling in front of me, fingers curling around the waistband of my panties, dragging them down slowly. His touch is lighter than I expect.
But the tension under it says he's only holding back because he wants to savor the moment.
My heartbeat pounds louder in my ears as the last piece of clothing is gone.
I'm bare. Between them.
"Still with us?" Asher asks, his grip on my throat tightening just a hair, enough to make the blood slow and my senses heighten.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Good. Stay here," he says, thumb stroking my jaw. "Feel everything."
I can't help the way my body arches as Kayden's hands spread my thighs. The mattress shifts as he lowers himself between them, and then…
His mouth.
Soft at first, like a question. Then a slow lick that turns into an answer I didn't know I needed.
My fingers dig into Asher's arms.
He holds me upright, firm and unwavering. The pressure of his hand on my throat is intoxicating, making me feel like I'm floating and grounded at the same time. My focus narrows tothe feel of his control, and the heat of Kayden's mouth moving between my thighs.
Asher's voice rumbles again, low in my ear. "Breathe for me."
I try. I really do.
But then Kayden's tongue flicks just right, and I forget how.
Kayden hums low against me, the vibration making my thighs tremble. He's slow at first, teasing, tasting, like he's trying to memorize the shape of every sound I make, every twitch, every breathless gasp. His fingers dig into my thighs, keeping me open for him, and his tongue flicks again, then circles with maddening precision.
Asher never wavers. His hand on my throat doesn't squeeze, but the weight of it is a reminder of whom I belong to in this moment. His thumb strokes gently under my jaw, grounding. Reassuring and commanding at the same time.
He shifts slightly, and his grip tightens just enough to make the edges of my vision shimmer. Not pain, just sharpness. Every nerve in my body lights up. Kayden's mouth feels hotter, wetter, deeper. I gasp, and the breath is barely there.
Then Asher releases. The rush of oxygen slams through me like a tidal wave.
My body jolts, my head falling back, the moan that escapes is raw and hungry.
"That's it," Asher murmurs, his mouth near my ear, his breath steady while mine is anything but. "Let it take you."
Kayden's tongue is merciless now. He's found a rhythm, his fingers spreading me open as he works deeper, licking with that ruthless focus that only a predator can have. His lips seal around my clit and he sucks, slow and firm, and I cry out, hips twitching, but I can't move. Asher's hand is on my chest now, holding me still, thumb brushing the underside of my breast while his other hand returns to my throat.
My body doesn't know what to do—burn or melt. Shatter or survive. And that's the space Asher keeps me in. That exact edge.
His fingers tighten again, a deliberate constriction of air. I feel immediately how everything sharpens. How the heat building between my legs becomes a surge. I can't breathe, can't think. Can only feel.
Then he loosens his grip. Breath floods back in.
I moan. Loud and shameless.
Kayden's tongue swirls, and then he slides a finger inside me. Then another.
Stars.
I'm clinging to Asher now, my body suspended in that perfect balance between restraint and release. Held and undone.
"Good girl," he says. "You're doing so well. Let him take you there. Let me guide you through it."
