Chapter 45

• Harper’s POV
• I’m not even sure where I am anymore. The edges of the world blur softly, wrapped in a cocoon of sensation, warmth, and desperation. My muscles tremble violently as I hover on the razor-sharp edge of pleasure, each nerve sparking with the strain of holding myself back. Every thrust from Theo and Mason is a sweet agony, pulling me higher while never allowing me to slip over that edge.
• I blink slowly, lifting my gaze to Nathan. His eyes are dark, intent on mine, and I see understanding there, he knows exactly how close I am, how tightly wound my body has become. I don’t speak, but my eyes plead, silently begging him to step in, to give me something to hold onto, something to distract me from the overwhelming sensation building relentlessly within.