Page 114 of All The Pretty Little Lies

I nod in agreement, extending a hand towards Talon in invitation. "You're part of this too, Talon. If you want to be."

Talon approaches the bed, his eyes dark with desire. Vesper reaches out, pulling him close. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, passionate and urgent. As they part, Vesper's gaze flicks between the three of us, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Please," she breathes, her voice husky with need. “I don’t know why. Maybe something cracked in my head over the last two years. For the first time in my life, I know what I want.”

“What do you want?” I ask her.

“All of you.” Her voice is quiet and unsure.

“Are you asking or declaring, moya koroleva? There’s a difference.”

She carefully considers his question before she smiles. “I want this. All of you. I don’t know how any of this will work, but I want this. How does this work…I’ve never…”

“We’ll figure it out as we go.” Zaire's eyes darken with understanding. He nods slowly, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Strip, moya koroleva," he commands softly. "Leave only your panties."

Vesper's breath catches, but she obeys without hesitation. She shifts to her feet. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing smooth skin inch by tantalizing inch. The silky fabric whispers as it falls to the floor, followed by her skirt. She stands before us in nothing but a delicate lace bra and matching panties, her skin glowing in the soft light.

Three pairs of eyes drink in the sight of her, tracing the curves of her body with hungry gazes. Vesper's chest rises and falls rapidly, her excitement palpable in the charged atmosphere of the room.

Talon's eyes are wide, his lips parted slightly as he stares at Vesper. A low growl escapes him, almost involuntary. Zaire notices, a smirk playing on his lips.

"See something you like, T?" Zaire asks, his voice low and teasing.

Talon swallows hard, his eyes never leaving Vesper's form. "She's breathtaking," he manages, his voice rough with desire.

Vesper blushes under the intensity of their gazes, her skin flushing a delicate pink. She reaches behind her back,unclasping her bra with practiced ease. As the lace falls away, revealing her perfect breasts, Talon lets out a strangled groan.

"Come here, moya koroleva," Zaire beckons, his voice thick with need.

Vesper moves towards Zaire with a grace that belies her nervousness, her hips swaying hypnotically. Zaire's eyes darken as she approaches, his gaze roaming hungrily over her exposed skin. When she reaches the edge of the bed, he reaches out, his large hands spanning her waist, pulling her closer.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Vesper's spine. His thumbs trace slow circles on her hips, just above the lacy edge of her panties. "Turn around, moya koroleva. Let us all appreciate you."

Vesper complies, turning slowly. The room is silent save for the collective intake of breath as we drink in the sight of her. The curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the cascade of golden hair falling over her shoulders. Every inch of her is perfection.

Zaire's hands never leave her body as she turns, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, her thighs. When she faces him again, his eyes are molten with desire. Without warning, he pulls her onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp that quickly turns into a moan as his lips find her neck.

He kisses a blazing trail down her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Vesper arches into him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Zaire's hands roam her body, mapping every curve, every dip, as if committing her to memory through touch alone.

His lips travel lower, peppered kisses across her chest before capturing a nipple in his mouth. Vesper cries out, her back arching off the bed as Zaire lavishes attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips that leave her gasping.

Talon and I watch, transfixed by the erotic display before us. The air in the room grows thick with tension and desire, the temperature seeming to rise with each passing moment. Vesper's moans and Zaire's low growls create a symphony of passion that sets our blood on fire.

Zaire's hand slides down Vesper's stomach, his fingers toying with the waistband of her panties. He looks up at her, his eyes seeking permission. Vesper nods frantically, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.

With agonizing slowness, Zaire peels the lace down her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to our hungry gazes. He tosses the garment aside, his hands returning to caress her thighs, spreading them gently.

"Look at her," Zaire says, his voice rough with desire. "Have you ever seen anything so perfect?"

Talon and I can only shake our heads, words failing us in the face of such beauty. Vesper blushes under our collective gaze.

Zaire's eyes lock onto Vesper's, a predatory gleam in their depths. His hands slide up her thighs, thumbs tracing tantalizing circles on her inner legs. Vesper's breath comes in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation.

"So beautiful," Zaire murmurs, his voice low and husky.

He lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Vesper whimpers, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. Zaire chuckles, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin.

"Patience, moya koroleva," he whispers, his breath hot against her core.

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