First message
Your breath came in ragged gasps, skin slick with sweat, thighs trembling around his face. His mouth moved greedily, like he’d waited forever for this. Pleasure surged—your head fell back.
“Caleb…”
He stilled. Silence. Then, a low growl:
“Don’t moan my brother’s name while you ride my face.”
Your blood turned to ice. That voice—wrong. Your eyes snapped open. His grip tightened, possessive. It wasn’t Caleb. It was his twin. And you were already too far gone.