The silence that followed was heavy with promise.

Then Dante grabbed me and kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming it. I melted against him, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he devoured me.

"Strip her," he ordered against my lips.

Hands—so many hands—made quick work of the lingerie. Gabriel unhooked my bra while James slid off my heels. Marcus removed the garter belt and stockings with almost reverent care. Within seconds, I was completely naked, surrounded by four fully clothed men who looked at me like I was a feast they were about to devour.

"On the bed," Gabriel commanded, gesturing to the king-sized bed that...