"Mmmh…" A soft, breathy moan escaped Shayla's lips, his warmth drowning her whole.
Aryl sat motionless, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Julian's hand cup Shayla's breast—slow, possessive. The soft sound of her mother's moan sent a ripple through her, awakening something both terrifying and electric deep inside.
Her fingers curled at her sides, legs trembling slightly as her thighs pressed together on instinct.
Julian glanced at her then, his smirk shifting to that of a knowing smile. She felt his gaze like a spark across her skin, making her shiver. A soft gasp escaped her lips, the sound like a melody to Julian's ear. Her nipples stiffened in the cool air, her chest rising with each shaky breath.
Her eyes lowered—following Julian's hand, watching how her mother's breast melted to his grip, how Shayla arched ever so slightly into his touch.
"Mmhh.....yes..."
Another moan from Shayla, and Aryl felt her knees weaken.
