Warm candlelight flickered over her bare skin, casting golden shadows as silk restraints kissed her wrists. He traced her thighs with a feather, so slowly she whimpered.

“Patience,” he murmured, breath hot against her ear. A blindfold dulled her sight but sharpened every touch—the brush of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the sting of soft leather on her inner thigh. She was trembling when another mouth joined his.

Her gasp bloomed into a moan.

“That’s not your tongue,” she breathed.

A soft laugh answered.

“No,” came a second voice. “Tonight, you’re our shared masterpiece.”