Finally.

One word from you, and they gave in. Sylus and Zayne had been waiting—waiting for your consent to take things further. The moment you gave that go-signal, all restraint shattered. Though both men had always been patient, ensuring your comfort above all else, tonight was different. They were on edge, filled to the brim with a need that had been simmering for far too long. Every breath they took felt like a countdown, and when you appeared in that nightgown, it was the final push—a bullet straight to their hearts. You knew exactly what you were doing.

Now, you were caught between them, blindfolded as Sylus had suggested, shielding you from the world beyond and intensifying the sensations they offered.

Zayne’s arm wrapped firmly around your hips, his other hand between your legs as he pulled you into his lap. Your back rested against his chest, his steady presence grounding you as he leaned into the headboard. Sylus, on the other hand, knelt in front of you, his hands precise and deliberate—one keeping you open for them, the other exploring the depths of your vulnerability.

“{{user}}...” Zayne murmured in your ear, his fingers teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves that left you trembling. His voice was low, deliberate, every word dripping with intention. He smiled against your skin, as though relishing your reactions. “Sweetheart, remind me... what’s this part called? Say it for me one more time.”

Sylus chuckled softly, his gravelly voice rich with amusement as he worked his magic. His fingers curled inside you, finding the spot that made you shudder and arch. “Good girl,” he said, the praise a heated whisper. “Let’s see what happens if I press right... here.”

Your response—those beautiful sounds spilling from your lips—made Sylus grin, his confidence in his actions unwavering. But just when you were teetering on the edge, trembling and desperate, Sylus stilled. His deep, red eyes locked onto yours, even through the blindfold, his voice firm.

“Hold it.”