Theodora’s POV

Mads’s fingers wove through the hair on my scalp, giving my hair a gentle tug, leading me down, further and further to where his legs were parted. He rarely liked to be underneath anyone, especially during sex. Mads was usually on top.

So watching him lay back, lust not even clouding the adoration in his eyes he felt for me. It wound me up like a tight spring. Javier’s body curled around mine, his hands on my hips, pressing me firmly against his ...