[PQ] palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss

Orgy or not, as far as Lucas was concerned the world had shrunk down to Rexanna and Rexanna alone - the feel of her around him, her breath on his bare shoulders, the moans and sighs and gasps he drew from her. She was a thing to be coveted, consumed - and damn if he didn't agree with Bastien that this was something so other now that it was easy to forget the ecstasy of it. Harder, faster, longer were things he was more than happy to deliver on, even if the sound of her begging was nearly his undoing. As she came, hard and tight around him, he was not long behind, a breath he didn't need hitching in his throat, her name falling from his lips like a curse that was soon wiped away by her lips and her tongue. Only when he followed her gaze and glanced around at the others did he realise how entangled they had become, a dark laugh bubbling up in his throat. With uncharacteristic care, he set Rexanna back down so her toes could touch the floor, withdrawing and sidling himself up behind Edrei, guiding Rex with him. A gentle push to get her on her knees between them, she will find him hard again, and standing very much to her attention. Meanwhile, he leant in over Edrei's shoulder, whispering something filthy in her ear before sinking his fangs into her neck. LUCAS making work for idle hands