Naughty Girl

Emily's POV. Logan groaned softly, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Emily,” he murmured, “we don’t want to hurt you.” A soft chuckle escaped my lips. I let my hand trail down Leo’s back, stroking his firm muscles, before sliding it between his thighs to grip him in the most tender place. His breath caught, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “You won’t hurt me,” I said. “I’m stronger than you think.” Their eyes met mine, concern flickering in their gazes, but I could feel the tension in them, the way they held back—afraid, hesitant. It wasn’t fair. I wanted them, all of them, fully. “I want all of you,” I whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to Logan’s lips as he slowly thrust into me. “Don’t hold back. I’m yours.” For a moment, the room was silent, their eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. But I had none. The fire inside me was burning too bright, my body aching for more than their gentle touches, more than the soft caresses they offered. I needed the raw passion,