I knew Rhys was still holding Keir’s gaze as the tip of his tongue slid up my neck. I arched my back, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing uneven. I’d burn and burn and burn— I think he’s so disgusted that he might have given me the orb just to get out of here, Rhys said in my mind, that other hand drifting dangerously south. But there was such a growing ache there, and I wore nothing beneath that would conceal the damning evidence if he slid his hand a fraction higher. You and I put on a good show, I said back. The person who said that, husky and sultry—I’d never heard that voice come out of me
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