Con's deep plunge inside of me was the blade cutting me free of the edges of my own skin, Antin's teasing tongue licking at my lips the breeze that swept me loose in the air. I moved, rocked and writhed, because they were two opposing forces battering me between them. Antin's kisses drifted to my throat, behind my ear, and his hands guided mine to my breasts. "Share it all with them," Antin whispered. "Breathe, sweet creature."
