Zanya’s teeth dug into Sachi’s lower lip, a teasing nip just hard enough to zip pleasure through her. “Not so gentle,” she murmured to Ash. “Sachi isn’t fragile. She knows what she likes. Don’t you, my love?” Sachi leaned up and mirrored the caress, closing her teeth on Zanya’s lush bottom lip. “I know . . . but he doesn’t. You’ll have to tell him.”
