Noah's body trembled in the restraints, muscles twitching as the last waves of denied pleasure rolled off him like shivers. His cock was a throbbing monument to restraint, leaking, angry, flushed—and still untouched in the ways that would finally break him.
The room was thick with heat and lust. Every woman there looked ready to pounce, but none moved without Sophie's command.
She stepped closer, slow and deliberate, the heels of her bare feet touching softly on the tile floor. Her skin glistened in the low red light, her sweat-slick curves gliding with animal grace as she climbed onto the chair, straddling him without settling her weight. Her breasts hovered just above his face, her scent thick and intoxicating.
She leaned in close.
"I need this," Sophie whispered.
Her breath brushed the shell of his ear. Warm. Trembling.
"You need this," she added, fingers trailing down his chest. "More than you want to admit."
Noah's voice was hoarse. "Sophie…"
