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His mouth was fierce and possessive, his hands sliding up to cup my face, tilting me exactly how he wanted me. He turned me into putty in his hands.

He kissed me deeper, harder, his fingers tangling in my hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly like he couldn’t get enough.

Like he would die before letting me go.

I clung to him, my fingers grasping at his shirt, my body burning despite the winter wasteland surrounding us.

I had never felt like this before. I had never known this kind of desire.

And then, just as suddenly, Adrian slowed the kiss.

His hands cradled my face, his fingers brushing along my jaw, almost like he was memorizing how I felt.

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze smoldering, his lips swollen from our kiss.

He cradled my face before turning it toward Troy.

I barely had a second to process it before Adrian’s voice came out low and commanding.

“Kiss him, butterfly. I want to watch.”

My stomach flipped. Heat pooled between my legs, making my entire body thrum with an unfamiliar need.

I turned to Troy, who had been watching the entire time. His green eyes were dark with something primal, something possessive, something that told me I may be in trouble with the pair.

A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips.

“Yeah, little dancer,” he murmured, voice silk and heat. “Kiss me.”

And I did.

Troy caught my waist, pulling me in. His lips claimed mine, and this kiss was different from all the others.

There was no hesitation. No uncertainty. Just pure, burning desire.

He kissed me slowly, teasingly, his lips molding to mine, his tongue tasting me like he had all the time in the world.

Before I even realized it, I was being traded between them. Back and forth.

Troy. Then Adrian. Then, back to Troy.

Each kiss different. Each kiss new.

Each kiss pulled me deeper into something I didn’t know how to name. There was no label for any of it. Bliss. Paradise. The terrifying unknown.

Their hands explored me carefully, never pushing, never rushing, just learning.

Troy’s warmth was at my back as Adrian gently massaged my breast over my shirt. Troy’s hands moved to my waist, his lips at my throat, while Adrian stayed in front of me, kissing me deeper and longer, his fingers cradling my jaw with one hand while continuing to touch me.

It was intoxicating. Overwhelming. It was everything.

I was lost in them—in their touches, in their kisses, in the way they made me feel. For the first time since the crash, I truly let go. I let them explore. I let them have me without completely taking me.

Deep down, I knew I had always been theirs.

Chapter 24

Adrian

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