Hands. Lips. Tongues.
Everywhere.
A tidal wave of sensation crashed over Quinlan as eight women closed in on him. In this moment, they were more like predators of the most beautiful kind than his tender little lovers. Each one devoured him with her own style, her own rhythm, her own flavor of obsession.
Aurora, ever the delicate alchemist, trailed her fingertips over the lines of his chest, whispering praises of his newest muscles built in Zhenwu. Her lips brushed over his collarbone, soft and reverent, but her hands trembled with barely restrained need.
Vex, the yandere blood bride, was anything but delicate. She approached him from the top, her teeth grazing his neck possessively, leaving hot, claiming kisses along his shoulders. Her hands roamed downward, greedy, territorial.
