Chapter 27: All of us
The air in the suite was thick with the scent of champagne, the faint metallic tang of desire, and the lingering warmth of their bodies pressed together. Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her fingers still tangled in Daniil’s shirt as Sascha’s thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh. The fabric of his trousers was rough against her bare skin, the contrast making her shiver.
She could feel the weight of their gazes—three sets of eyes locked onto her, burning with hunger. Andrey’s fingers flexed against her hip, his touch possessive, almost demanding.
"You're not the only one who's been imagining this," he murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered—made her breath hitch. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t bear the thought of her slipping away.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as the images flashed through her mind—Andrey’s tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles against her most intimate place, his fingers gripping her thighs as he devoured her with a hunger that left her trembling. Sascha’s strong hands sliding up her body, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his movements slow and deliberate as he made love to her with a reverence that made her heart ache. And Daniil—always Daniil—his fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her deeply, his touch both gentle and demanding, as if he couldn’t decide whether to cherish her or claim her.
The thought of all three of them—so different yet so perfectly in sync—made her stomach flip.
She could almost feel their hands on her now, the way Sascha’s fingers would trace slow, deliberate circles against her skin, the way Andrey’s touch would be rougher, more demanding, the way Daniil would watch her with those dark, intense eyes before pulling her close.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Sascha’s thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening with something primal. "You’re thinking about it again," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. "I can see it in your eyes."
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm. "I—I can’t help it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
The confession felt like a surrender, like she was handing over control of her own body to them. And yet, the way they looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing they’d ever seen—made her skin flush with heat.
Sascha’s thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction. "Good," he murmured. "Because we’ve been thinking about it too." Daniil’s voice was rough, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "All this time, watching you from across the room, imagining what it would be like to finally have you like this."
Charlotte’s breath hitched as his words settled over her, heavy with truth. Sascha’s thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her.
Then, with a sudden, possessive motion, his lips claimed hers—hot, demanding, and utterly consuming. Charlotte gasped into the kiss, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as Sascha’s tongue slid against hers, tasting her with a hunger that left her dizzy.
The room tilted around her, the world narrowing to the heat of their bodies pressed together, the way Sascha’s fingers flexed against her bare skin, the way Daniil’s grip on her waist tightened in response. Andrey’s breath was hot against her neck, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her collarbone as he watched them with dark amusement.
Sascha’s kiss was deep, slow, and deliberate—like he had all the time in the world to explore her. His free hand slid up her back, pulling her flush against his chest as his tongue tangled with hers, his thumb still pressing against her inner thigh in a rhythm that made her pulse race.
The heat of his body seeped into hers, the rough fabric of his shirt brushing against her bare skin in a way that made her shiver.
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow bursts as his lips moved against hers, his kiss both tender and demanding. The contrast was intoxicating—the way he could be so gentle one moment and so possessive the next. His fingers flexed against her thigh, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Daniil’s fingers tightened in her hair, his grip possessive as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
His breath was hot against her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below her ear. "You taste like champagne and sin," he murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. "And we’ve barely even started."
Charlotte’s breath hitched as his words settled over her, heavy with promise. Sascha’s thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction.
Andrey’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against her collarbone, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You’re trembling," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"That’s because I want all of you so much." The way they looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing they’d ever seen—made her skin flush with heat.
Andrey’s hand slid between her thighs, his fingers pressing against the damp lace of her panties with deliberate pressure. Charlotte gasped, her hips jerking instinctively toward his touch, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.
The lace gave way with a whisper, Andrey’s fingers sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her breath catch in her throat. His thumb pressed against her clit in perfect rhythm with Sascha’s thumb still tracing circles against her inner thigh, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses.
**"You’re so wet for us,"** Andrey murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction as his fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her gasp. **"Just like we imagined."**
Sascha’s lips never left hers, his tongue tangling with hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his thumb pressing harder against her thigh in time with Andrey’s movements. Daniil’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers flexing against her skin as if he were holding himself back from touching her too.
**"Look at her,"** Daniil whispered, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip.
**"She’s perfect."**
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Andrey’s fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was overwhelming—the way his touch matched Sascha’s thumb against her thigh, the way Daniil’s grip on her waist tightened as if he were holding himself back.
Sascha’s kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers with a hunger that left her dizzy. His free hand slid up her back, pulling her flush against his chest as his thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh.
Andrey’s fingers slipped deeper, his touch slow and deliberate as he explored her with a hunger that made her breath hitch.
The way his fingers curled inside her, the way his thumb pressed against her clit in perfect rhythm with Sascha’s thumb against her thigh—it was too much. Too perfect. Too *them*.
Charlotte’s back arched involuntarily, her fingers digging into Daniil’s forearm as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. The room tilted around her, the world narrowing to the heat of their bodies pressed against hers, the way their touches tangled together in a way that made her pulse race.
Sascha’s thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her unravel beneath them. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the kind that made her skin prickle and her breath come in shallow, unsteady bursts.
**"You’re so responsive,"** Sascha murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core. **"It’s intoxicating."**
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Daniil’s fingers tightened in her hair, his grip possessive as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Andrey’s fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
**Charlotte moaned.** The sound was low, breathy, and utterly involuntary, escaping her lips as her imagination spiraled. She could already picture it—the way their mouths would feel against her most intimate place, the way their tongues would tease and taste her with a hunger that left her trembling.
She imagined Sascha’s strong hands sliding up her body, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his movements slow and deliberate as he made love to her with a reverence that made her heart ache.
Andrey’s tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles against her most intimate place, his fingers gripping her thighs as he devoured her with a hunger that left her trembling.
Charlotte imagined Daniil kissing her through all of it before making love to her. He would be precise but tender.
Daniil would watch her with those dark, intense eyes before pulling her close, his touch both gentle and demanding, as if he couldn’t decide whether to cherish her or claim her.
Charlotte’s knees nearly gave way beneath her as the weight of their combined attention pressed against her, the air thick with unspoken promises. She gripped Daniil’s arm tighter, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.
Sascha’s thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening with something primal.
Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm.
The weight of their gazes—three sets of eyes locked onto her, burning with hunger—made her skin flush with heat.
The air between them crackled with electricity, thick with the kind of tension that made her pulse race and her knees weak.
Sascha's thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction. "You're trembling," he murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. "And we haven't even started yet."
Charlotte's breath hitched as Daniil's fingers tightened in her hair, his grip possessive as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
"And we've barely even started."
The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers tightening around Daniil's arm as if he were the only thing keeping her upright. "You're thinking about it again," he murmured, his voice rough with amusement.
She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil's arm.
"I—I can't help it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. And yet, the way they looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing they'd ever seen—made her skin flush with heat.
Sascha's thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction. "Because we've been thinking about it too."
Daniil's voice was rough, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
Charlotte's breath hitched as his words settled over her, heavy with truth.
**"Then let’s not waste any more time,"** he murmured, his voice rough with hunger. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her against his chest. The sudden movement made her gasp, her fingers tightening around his shoulders as he carried her toward the bedroom.
Andrey’s fingers lingered on her bare skin, tracing slow, deliberate circles against her collarbone as he followed them, his blue eyes burning with anticipation. **"About time,"** he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. **"I was starting to think we’d never get there."**
Daniil’s grip on her waist tightened as they crossed the threshold, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race.
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of salt and citrus from the open balcony doors. Charlotte’s breath hitched as he lowered her onto the plush duvet, her fingers still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. "You’re trembling," he murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip.
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow bursts as Daniil’s fingers tightened in her hair, his grip possessive as he pulled her head back, exposing the curve of her throat.
The way he looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen—made her skin flush with heat. His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her skin. The weight of their combined attention pressed against her, the air thick with unspoken promises.
Charlotte’s fingers tightened around Daniil’s arm, her breath coming in shallow, unsteady bursts as the reality of what was about to happen settled over her.
The weight of three sets of eyes—blue, blue, and brown—burned into her skin, each gaze carrying its own promise, its own hunger.
Charlotte's fingers trembled against the fabric of Daniil's shirt, the reality of the moment pressing down on her with intoxicating force. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the kind that made her pulse race and her breath come in shallow, unsteady bursts.
Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil's arm.
Daniil set her down gently, his hands lingering at her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. The plush duvet beneath her was cool against her overheated skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the three men surrounding her. His dark eyes never left hers, burning with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
Sascha pulled her onto his lap with effortless strength, his arms wrapping around her waist to steady her as she settled against him. The sudden shift sent a thrill through her body, her fingers instinctively curling into the fabric of his shirt as she felt the hard planes of his chest against her back. The scent of his cologne—something warm and spicy—wrapped around her, mingling with the salt-tang of the Mediterranean air drifting through the open balcony doors.
Daniil chuckled low in his throat, watching them with that dark, knowing gaze of his. "Took you long enough," he murmured, though there was no real reproach in his voice—only amusement and something deeper, something that made Charlotte's pulse flutter.
Andrey, ever the observer, leaned against the doorframe, his blue eyes tracking every movement with quiet intensity.
The way he watched them—like he was memorizing every breath, every shift of their bodies—made Charlotte’s skin prickle with anticipation. His fingers flexed at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach out, to join them, but he held back, content for now to simply watch.
Daniil, however, had no such restraint. He moved closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over them as he reached out, his fingers brushing against Charlotte’s bare shoulder in a touch that was both possessive and reverent.
Sascha’s lips found hers.
The kiss was slow at first, a soft brush of his mouth against hers, as if he were savoring the moment, committing every sensation to memory. But then his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened—hot, demanding, utterly consuming.
Charlotte gasped as his tongue slid against hers, his fingers flexing against her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Daniil’s hand slid up her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her bare skin. The heat of his touch sent shivers down her spine, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed against the lace of her panties. The fabric gave way with a whisper, his fingers sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her gasp.
**"You’re so wet for us,"** he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction as his fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her hips jerk toward his touch.
"**
Sascha’s hand joined Daniil’s, their fingers tangling together in a way that made Charlotte’s breath hitch. The dual sensation—Daniil’s thumb pressing against her clit while Sascha’s fingers slid alongside his, both moving in perfect sync—sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Charlotte’s back arched involuntarily, her fingers digging into Daniil’s forearm as a breathy moan escaped her lips.
Andrey finally stepped forward, his presence filling the space between them like a sudden shift in the atmosphere. His blue eyes burned with an intensity that made Charlotte’s pulse stutter, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he were physically restraining himself from reaching for her. The way he looked at her—like he was memorizing every gasp, every tremble—made her stomach flip.
Sascha’s lips never left hers, his tongue tangling with hers in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, his thumb pressing harder against her inner thigh in time with Daniil’s movements. The contrast of their touches—Daniil’s deliberate, almost clinical precision against Sascha’s rough, demanding hunger—sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Andrey’s breath hitched as he watched them, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
Then, as if he could no longer resist, he reached out—his knuckles brushing against the bare skin of Charlotte’s waist, the contact sending an electric jolt through her. His touch was hesitant at first, almost reverent, as if he were afraid she might vanish beneath his fingers.
The moment his skin met hers, something shifted in the room. The air grew heavier, the candlelight flickering as if reacting to the sudden intensity. Charlotte’s breath caught, her body arching instinctively toward him, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm. Andrey’s blue eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly as he traced the curve of her hip with his thumb, his touch feather-light but deliberate.
Sascha’s lips never left hers, but his thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, matching the rhythm of Daniil’s fingers inside her.
The dual sensation—one slow and deliberate, the other rough and demanding—sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her fingers digging into Daniil’s forearm as if he were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.
Andrey’s touch was different—lighter, almost hesitant at first, as if he were testing the waters. His knuckles brushed against the bare skin of her waist, sending an electric jolt through her. The contrast between his restraint and the raw hunger in his eyes was intoxicating. She could feel the tension in his fingers, the way they flexed against her skin as if he were fighting the urge to pull her closer.
**"You feel so good around my fingers. Can't wait to be inside you, love."**
The words sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her upright.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Daniil’s fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
The sensation was overwhelming—the way his touch matched Sascha’s thumb against her thigh, the way Andrey’s grip on her waist tightened as if he were holding himself back. She wanted more. She wanted *all* of them inside her, filling her in ways that made her dizzy with anticipation.
The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her body, her hips arching involuntarily toward Daniil’s touch. Sascha’s lips never left hers, his tongue sliding against hers with a hunger that left her breathless. His thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, matching the rhythm of Daniil’s fingers, the dual sensation making her gasp.
Andrey’s breath was hot against her neck, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against her collarbone. "You’re trembling," he whispered, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as the weight of his words settled over her, heavy with truth. The thought of what was about to happen—of all three of them, their hands on her, their mouths against her skin—made her pulse race. She could already feel it, the way Sascha’s fingers would trace slow, deliberate circles against her bare skin, the way Andrey’s touch would be rougher, more demanding, the way Daniil would watch her with those dark, intense eyes before pulling her close.
**"Tell us what's on your mind,"** Sascha said, his voice low and rough with something that made her breath catch. His thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction. She could feel the weight of their attention pressing against her, the way their touches tangled together in a way that made her pulse race.
**"I want you,"** she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a surrender, like she was handing over control of her own body to them.
**"I want to feel all of you,"** Charlotte admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The admission hung in the air between them, thick with anticipation, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.
Charlotte’s pulse pounded in her ears, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s forearm as she waited for their reaction.
Andrey’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against her waist. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice rough with something raw and unguarded. The word was barely a whisper, but it sent a shiver down her spine.
Daniil’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his thumb pressing harder against her clit in response. “Good answer,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “But words aren’t enough. We want to hear it again.”
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow bursts, her body trembling beneath their combined touch.
The air between them was thick with anticipation, the kind that made her pulse race and her skin flush with heat. The way they looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing they’d ever seen—made her stomach flip.
Sascha’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Tell us what you want,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “We need to hear it.”
Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm.
The weight of their gazes pressed against her like a physical force, the air between them thick with unspoken hunger. She could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the way their touches lingered—possessive, demanding, yet somehow reverent.
**"I want all of you,"** she whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. **"I want to feel you—all of you—inside me."**
The moment the words left her lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The candlelight flickered as if reacting to the sudden intensity, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Sascha’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against her thigh.
"Fuck," he murmured, the word rough and unguarded. His blue eyes darkened, the pupils dilating as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You have no idea what you do to us, do you?"
Charlotte’s pulse raced as his words settled over her, heavy with meaning. The way he looked at her—like she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen—made her stomach flip. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Charlotte’s breath hitched as his touch matched the rhythm of Daniil’s fingers inside her, the dual sensation making her gasp.
The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it—a low, breathy moan that seemed to echo through the room, thick with need. The moment the sound left her, the atmosphere shifted. Sascha’s fingers tightened around her waist, his thumb pressing harder against her inner thigh, his blue eyes darkening as he watched her reaction.
Andrey’s breath hitched, his fingers flexing against her skin as if he were physically restraining himself. His blue eyes burned into hers, his lips parting slightly as if he were struggling to form words. Daniil’s thumb pressed harder against her clit in response, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race.
Charlotte’s back arched involuntarily, her hips lifting off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. The sudden movement sent a ripple through the room, Sascha’s breath hitching against her neck as his fingers flexed against her thigh. Andrey’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as if he were anchoring himself to the moment.
The air between them grew thicker, charged with the kind of tension that made her skin prickle. Sascha’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh. “It’s intoxicating.”
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.
Sascha’s lips claimed hers deeply, his tongue sliding against hers with a hunger that left her breathless. His thumb pressed harder against her inner thigh, matching the rhythm of Daniil’s fingers inside her, the dual sensation making her gasp.
Charlotte’s back arched involuntarily, her fingers digging into Daniil’s forearm as a breathy moan escaped her lips. The sound seemed to echo through the room, thick with need, and the atmosphere shifted.
**Daniil’s fingers slowed, teasing her with deliberate slowness before plunging deeper, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her.** The sudden shift in rhythm made Charlotte gasp, her hips lifting involuntarily toward his touch. His fingers curled inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her back arch, her fingers digging into Sascha’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.
**"Daniil,"** she gasped, his name escaping her lips in a breathy moan as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach.
Daniil’s dark eyes burned into hers, his lips curling into a slow, knowing smile as he leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. **"That’s it,"** he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. **"Let us hear you."** His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit in perfect rhythm with Sascha’s thumb against her inner thigh.
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her body trembling beneath their combined touch. Sascha’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice rough with desire.
“Tell us what you want,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh. “We need to hear it.”
Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm."**
The moment the words left her lips, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
Sascha's breath hitched, his fingers flexing against her thigh as if he were physically restraining himself. "All of you," Charlotte repeated, her voice barely above a whisper but thick with need. "I want all of you—inside me, on me, everywhere. I want to feel you—all of you—at once."
Daniil's fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing harder against her clit in response, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough with something raw and unguarded. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But we're going to show you."
Sascha pulled Daniil aside urgently, his grip tight on the other man's arm. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "We need to be sure she's ready for this." His blue eyes flicked back to Charlotte, dark with concern despite the hunger still burning in them.
Daniil hesitated, his fingers stilling inside her as he glanced between Sascha and Charlotte. The sudden absence of movement made her whimper, her hips lifting involuntarily toward his touch. "She's ready," Daniil insisted, his voice rough with frustration. "Look at her.
She's trembling, her skin flushed, her breath coming in those little gasps that make my teeth ache to bite down on her lip," Daniil said, his voice rough with need. "She's more than ready."
Sascha's jaw tightened, his fingers flexing against Charlotte's thigh. "We don't rush this. Not with her."
Andrey, who had been silent until now, finally moved forward, his presence filling the space between them like a physical force. His blue eyes burned into Charlotte's, his fingers flexing at his sides as if he were fighting the urge to reach out. "She's not some groupie we can just take turns with," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"She's Charlotte. And she deserves better than a quick fuck."
Charlotte’s breath hitched at the raw intensity in his voice. The way they were talking about her—like she was something precious, something to be cherished—made her chest tighten. She reached for Sascha, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want all of you. Please."
Charlotte’s voice trembled, her fingers tightening around Sascha’s wrist. "I want this. I want *all* of you."
The room seemed to hold its breath.
Sascha’s thumb stilled against her inner thigh, his blue eyes searching hers. There was a war in them—want versus restraint, hunger versus honor. But when she leaned into him, pressing her lips to his jaw, he exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against her skin.
"Fuck," Daniil muttered, his voice rough with frustration. "You’re killing us, *lyubov moya*."
Charlotte turned her head toward him, her breath hitching as she met his dark gaze.
The intensity in his eyes made her stomach flip, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered. His thumb pressed harder against her clit in response, his fingers curling inside her with deliberate slowness, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Sascha’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice rough with need. “You’re sure?” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against her inner thigh. “Because once we start, there’s no going back.”
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice rough with something that made her stomach flip. “And we haven’t even started yet.”
Charlotte’s breath hitched as Daniil’s fingers curled inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through her body, making her hips lift involuntarily toward his touch. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, the way his dark eyes burned into hers with an intensity that made her pulse race. “Because once we start, there’s no going back.”
Charlotte’s breath came in shallow, unsteady bursts, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm as if he were the only thing keeping her from unraveling completely.
“Because once we start, there’s no going back.”
Charlotte swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around Daniil’s arm.
"I want all of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But take it slow."
The words hung in the air between them, thick with meaning.
Daniil’s fingers slowed, teasing her with deliberate slowness before plunging deeper, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. The sudden shift in rhythm made Charlotte gasp, her hips lifting involuntarily toward his touch.