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Understanding moves through me. I untie the gold ribbon from her wrist. Sloane watches it slip free. The hunt ends. Not with possession. With release. I wrap the ribbon around my own wrist and knot it tightly. Her eyes widen.

“I’m yours,” I say. “As long as you continue choosing me.”

Sloane kisses me. Nothing about it is gentle. Her mouth crashes against mine. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I rise from my knees and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist. The chapel disappears. There is only Sloane. Her lips. Her body. The sound she makes when I bite her lower lip. I place her carefully on the altar without breaking the kiss. Rhys and Dante move to either side of her. Sloane pulls away long enough to breathe.

“Touch me.”

All three of us do. Rhys strokes her breasts. Dante’s fingers move between her thighs with deliberate care, avoiding anything too intense. I kiss every mark I left on her body. This scene belongs to Sloane. She directs each hand.

“Slower.”

Rhys obeys.

“Higher.”

Dante’s touch moves.

“Gentler.”

I soften my teeth against her skin.

“More.”

We give it.

Dante kisses her throat while Rhys whispers praise against her ear. I remain between her legs, waiting until she grabs my shoulders.

“You.”

Rhys checks her immediately.

“Sore?”

“Yes.”

“Then penetration waits.”

Sloane shakes her head.

“I don’t need that.”

Her gaze finds mine.

“Lie down.”

I obey. She straddles my stomach rather than my hips. Her wet heat presses against my skin. Every instinct tells me to lift her, take control, and impale her with my cock. The ribbon around my wrist reminds me who commands this scene. Sloane rocks against me. Slowly.

Her palms brace against my chest while Dante and Rhys kneel beside her. Rhys cups her breast. Dante slips his fingers between her body and mine. Sloane gasps. I grip the coat beneath me instead of touching her.

“Permission?” I ask.

Her eyes meet mine.

“To touch me?”

“Yes.”

She takes my hands and places them on her hips.