Midnight Surrender

Pg 13 REDACTED CONTÉNT Creáted In Réspōnse Tø ReqÚest Id # **RR123** Hayden leads Lily, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor, towards the dungeon door. The air grows heavier, laced with the scent of aged leather and the faint echo of past moans. Beckett follows, his footsteps silent, a predator's grin playing on his lips. The dungeon is a symphony of shadows and steel, a stark contrast to the pulsating club above. Hayden pushes Lily against a St. Andrew's Cross, her breath hitching as the cool wood presses against her back. 'Safe word, Lily,' he murmurs, his eyes never leaving hers. 'Red,' she replies, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. Hayden nods to Beckett, who produces a set of cuffs, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 'Let's begin, shall we?' Hayden says, his voice a low growl, as the first cuff clinks into place around Lily's wrist. Hayden's grip on her chin tightens, his thumb brushing against her lips, leaving them tingling and swollen from his kiss. 'You think you can handle more, Lily?' he asks, his voice a low challenge. She swallows hard, her body aching for more, her mind screaming for release. 'Yes,' she breathes, her eyes locked with his. Beckett chuckles, running the crop down her body, tracing the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip. 'Good girl,' Hayden murmurs, his hand dropping to her waist, his fingers splaying possessively. 'Let's see how well you take to a little... encouragement.' He nods at Beckett, who steps back, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The crop snaps against Lily's thigh, the sting sharp and immediate. She gasps, her body arching, her mind flooding with a mix of pain and pleasure. Hayden watches, his eyes dark with desire, as Beckett continues to strike, each snap of the crop pushing Lily closer to the edge. 'You're doing so well, Lily,' Hayden praises, his voice a low rumble. 'But I think it's time we took this up a notch, don't you?' He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small, silver key. Lily's eyes widen, her heart pounding in her chest. The key to her chastity belt. The game is about to get a whole lot more intense. Hayden's fingers, cool and steady, trace the intricate pattern of the chastity belt, sending shivers down Lily's spine. He takes his time, exploring every inch of the metal, his touch igniting a fire within her that has nothing to do with the crop's sting. 'You've been a very naughty girl, Lily,' he murmurs, his voice a low purr. 'But I think it's time to reward you for taking your punishment so well.' He holds up the key, letting it catch the light, a wicked gleam in his eyes. 'Beckett, bring me the lubricant.' Beckett, who has been watching with keen interest, retrieves a small bottle from a nearby table. Hayden takes it, his eyes never leaving Lily's. 'Tonight, Lily, I'm going to unlock more than just your belt. I'm going to unlock your deepest desires. And Beckett here is going to help me.' Lily's breath hitches, her body aching with a sudden, intense need. She can feel the cool metal of the belt pressing against her, a constant reminder of her submission. But more than that, she can feel the heat of Hayden's gaze, the promise of pleasure that lies beyond the belt's constraints. She bites her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. 'Yes, Hayden,' she whispers. 'I'm ready.' Hayden's fingers, slick with lubricant, trace the edge of the chastity belt, sending waves of anticipation crashing over Lily. He leans in, his voice a low growl in her ear, 'You're going to come undone, Lily. But not yet. Not until I say so.' He nods at Beckett, who increases the pressure of the crop, snapping it against Lily's inner thighs, her hips, her stomach, each strike sending jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her. Lily's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body writhing against the restraints, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and desire. She can feel the orgasm building, a tight coil in her core, ready to snap at any moment. Hayden's touch becomes more insistent, his fingers circling her clit with increasing pressure. Lily's moans fill the dungeon, echoing off the stone walls, mingling with the distant throb of the club above. Beckett's eyes gleam with lust as he watches her, his own body responding to her pleasure. 'Please,' Lily begs, her voice hoarse with need. 'Please, Hayden. I can't... I can't hold on much longer.' Hayden smiles, a slow, predatory grin, his fingers never pausing their maddening rhythm. 'Not yet, Lily,' he says, his voice a low command. 'You can take more. You will take more. And when you finally come, it will be because I said so. Not a moment before.' Hayden's eyes gleam with a dangerous intensity as he watches Beckett press the vibrator against Lily's clit. She gasps, her body arching against the restraints, her eyes locked with Hayden's. 'You... you can't do this,' she stutters, her voice barely audible over the hum of the vibrator. 'Watch me,' Hayden growls, his voice a dark promise. 'You're going to come, Lily. Over and over again. And you're going to thank me for it.' Lily's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing as the vibrator's relentless rhythm pushes her closer to the edge. She can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to consume her. But just as she's about to crest, Hayden nods at Beckett, who pulls the vibrator away. Lily cries out, her body aching with unfulfilled desire. 'No!' she screams, her voice echoing in the dungeon. 'Please, Hayden. I need to come. I need it so badly.' Hayden smiles, a cruel, beautiful smile that sends shivers down Lily's spine. 'All in good time, my love,' he says, his voice a low purr. 'We're just getting started.' Hayden's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. 'You're playing a dangerous game, Lily. I could make you come right now, make you scream my name until you're hoarse. But I won't. Not until you apologize.' He nods at Beckett, who increases the vibrator's intensity, pushing Lily to the brink once more. She cries out, her body arching, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. 'Please, Hayden. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,' she chokes out, her pride shattered by the relentless pleasure. Hayden smirks, leaning in to kiss her, his tongue delving into her mouth, claiming her. 'Good girl,' he murmurs, pulling away. 'Now, let's see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.' He nods at Beckett, who grins, ready for the challenge. The dungeon fills with Lily's cries, a symphony of pleasure and surrender, as Hayden and Beckett push her to her limits, their dark game of power and desire playing out in the pulsating heart of the underground club. Hayden's office was a stark contrast to the dungeon, a sanctuary of order amidst the chaos. Beckett stood defiant, his arms crossed, his eyes flashing with a newfound rebellion. 'You can't keep her to yourself, Hayden. She's too... intoxicating. I want a taste.' Hayden's eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. 'She's mine, Beckett. You know the rules. You're here to help, not to take.' Beckett scoffed, 'Help? You call this helping? You're drowning in your own power trip, Hayden. You're so busy punishing her, you can't see she wants more. She wants me.' Hayden's fist slammed onto the desk, rattling the expensive liquor bottles. 'You're playing a dangerous game, Beckett. She's my submissive. My girlfriend. You're overstepping.' Beckett leaned in, a cruel smile playing on his lips. 'Then maybe it's time you shared, Hayden. Or I'll take her from you. And you know I can.' The air between them crackled with tension, the promise of a power struggle yet to come. Back in the dungeon, Lily, left alone and bound, felt a shiver run down her spine. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she knew one thing - the dynamic between Hayden and Beckett had shifted. And she, the pawn in their game of power, was about to become the prize. The question was, who would she choose? The dominant lover who had always controlled her, or the cunning friend who had always wanted more? Hayden, his expression serious, led Lily to a quiet, dimly lit room upstairs, away from the pulsating heart of the club. The room was a sanctuary of soft lights and plush furniture, a stark contrast to the dungeon's cold steel and shadows. He sat her down on a velvet chaise, his hands gentle as he unbound her wrists, his touch a stark contrast to the harsh sting of the crop. 'Lily,' he began, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions in his eyes. 'I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago.' He took a deep breath, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. 'I've been using our dynamic, our games, as a way to push you away. Not because I want to control you, but because I'm terrified of losing you.' His confession hung heavy in the air, a raw, vulnerable truth that left Lily speechless. She looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of hurt. 'Why, Hayden?' she asked, her voice barely a whisper. 'Why would you push me away when all I've ever wanted is to be closer to you?' Hayden's eyes darkened with regret. 'Because, my love, I'm a man used to control. I've always been afraid that if I let you in, truly let you in, you'd see the darkness within me. You'd see the insecurities, the fears, the doubts. And you'd leave. Just like everyone else in my life has.' He took her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. 'But I realize now, that's no way to live. No way to love. I want to be with you, Lily. Truly with you. Not as a dominant, not as a lover, but as an equal. I want us to face our demons together, not hide from them in our games. And I want you to forgive me. For pushing you away, for using our dynamic as a shield. I want you to forgive me, and help me build a new dynamic. One where we're equals, where we're open, where we're honest. Will you help me, Lily? Will you forgive me?' Hayden's hands, now gentle and guiding, position Lily against the St. Andrew's Cross once more. But this time, it's different. This time, she's not a captive, she's a partner. He secures her wrists and ankles, his touch feather-light, his eyes never leaving hers, seeking her consent in every movement. Beckett watches, his usual predatory grin replaced with a soft smile, understanding his role in this new dance. He steps forward, his fingers tracing the line of Lily's jaw, tilting her head towards him. 'You're beautiful, Lily,' he whispers, his voice a low rumble, before capturing her lips in a soft, exploratory kiss. Lily melts into him, her body arching, her mind flooding with new sensations. Hayden watches, his heart pounding, a mix of desire and possessiveness coursing through him. But this time, it's different. This time, he's not just watching, he's participating. He's a part of this, not an observer. He steps forward, his hands joining Beckett's, their touches intertwining, their bodies pressing against Lily's, sandwiching her in a symphony of desire and trust. The dungeon fills with their soft moans, their whispered words of love and desire, as they explore this new dynamic, this new level of intimacy, their bodies moving in sync, their hearts beating as one. Hayden's voice, low and commanding, breaks through the haze of desire. 'Lily, I have a challenge for you.' She blinks, her eyes meeting his, a spark of curiosity igniting within her. 'A challenge, Sir?' she asks, her voice breathy. Hayden nods, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Yes. For the next seven days, you will wear the chastity belt. But here's the twist - both Beckett and I will have the keys. We'll take turns checking on you, making sure you're... behaving.' He pauses, letting the words sink in, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 'But here's the catch. We won't grant you release. Not until the week is up. You'll be at our mercy, Lily. Teased, tantalized, but never fully satisfied. Can you handle that, my love?' Lily swallows hard, her body already aching at the thought. But she's never been one to back down from a challenge. 'Yes, Hayden,' she whispers, her voice steady. 'I can handle it. I trust you. Both of you.' Hayden's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. 'Good girl. Now, let's get you locked up.' He nods at Beckett, who produces the chastity belt, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The dungeon fills with the soft clink of metal, the rustle of fabric, as Lily is secured in her new confinement. The first day is a test of willpower, a dance of temptation and denial. But Lily is ready. She's ready to push her limits, ready to trust Hayden and Beckett with her pleasure, ready to see where this new game of power and desire will take them. Hayden leads Lily and Beckett through the crowded, dimly lit club, their masks hiding their identities but not their intentions. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and desire, the hum of conversation punctuated by the occasional crack of a whip or the moan of pleasure. Hayden's hand rests possessively on the small of Lily's back, guiding her towards a raised platform at the center of the room. 'Tonight, my love,' he murmurs, his voice low in her ear, 'we're going to push your boundaries. We're going to show everyone who you belong to. And we're going to make you come, over and over again, until you can't remember your own name.' Lily swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She can feel the eyes of the crowd on her, can hear the whispers of anticipation. But more than anything, she can feel Hayden's presence, his dominance, his control. And she trusts him. She trusts him to push her, to tease her, to make her fly. She trusts him to keep her safe, even as he pushes her to her limits. Hayden and Beckett waste no time in their public display. They lead Lily to the center of the platform, her heels clicking on the polished wood, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Hayden nods at Beckett, who produces a set of nipple clamps, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The crowd watches, their eyes hungry, as Beckett leans in, his fingers rolling Lily's nipples into tight peaks before attaching the clamps. Lily gasps, her body arching, the pain sharp and immediate, but oh so sweet. Hayden smiles, a cruel, beautiful smile, as he takes the leash attached to the clamps, his hand wrapping around the leather. 'You're going to perform for us, Lily,' he says, his voice a low command. 'You're going to dance, you're going to moan, you're going to come. And you're going to do it all for us. For me. For Beckett. For everyone here. Because you're ours. Tonight, and every other night. Isn't that right, my love?' Lily, her eyes locked with Hayden's, nods, her voice barely a whisper. 'Yes, Hayden. I'm yours. Always.' The dungeon fills with the sound of music, the thrum of the bass matching the rhythm of Lily's heart, as Hayden and Beckett begin to tease her, to push her, to make her fly. And Lily, her body on fire, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and desire, gives herself over to them completely, her body moving in time with the music, her moans echoing off the stone walls, her pleasure belonging to them, and them alone. Hayden's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them as he watches Lily walk away, her hips swaying with a confidence he hadn't seen before. He turns to Beckett, a smirk playing on his lips. 'It seems our little Lily has grown some balls. Let's see how she handles the heat she's asking for.' Beckett grins, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 'I've got just the thing to make her sweat.' He disappears into the crowd, leaving Hayden alone with his thoughts. Hayden watches Lily at the bar, her back to him, her body language a mix of defiance and desire. He can see the pulse at the base of her neck, the way her breath hitches as she takes a sip of her drink. She's nervous, but she's also excited. And that excites him. He steps forward, his hand resting on the small of her back, his voice a low growl in her ear. 'You're playing a dangerous game, Lily. But I must admit, I like where this is going.' Lily turns to face him, her eyes challenging, her voice steady. 'Then let's play, Hayden. Let's see who blinks first.' The air between them crackles with tension, the promise of a power struggle yet to come. Little does Lily know, Hayden has no intention of blinking. He's just getting started. Hayden leads Lily and Beckett through a secret door, revealing a hidden auction room filled with masked bidders. The room is bathed in a soft, golden light, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of expensive perfume. A hush falls over the crowd as they enter, all eyes turning to Lily, their gazes hungry and curious. Hayden leads her to a raised platform at the center of the room, her heels clicking on the polished wood, her heart pounding in her chest. He turns to face her, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of something else - a challenge. 'Tonight, Lily,' he murmurs, his voice low, 'you're going to earn your keep. You're going to be the star of this show. And you're going to do whatever the highest bidder wants. Under my watchful gaze, of course.' Lily swallows hard, her body already aching with a mix of fear and excitement. She can feel the eyes of the crowd on her, can hear the whispers of anticipation. But more than anything, she can feel Hayden's presence, his dominance, his control. And she trusts him. She trusts him to keep her safe, even as he pushes her to her limits. Hayden's gaze bore into Lily, his eyes reflecting a storm of possessiveness and protectiveness. 'Jake,' he growled, his voice a low warning. 'You think you can buy her? You think you can control her?' He stepped closer to Lily, his body a barrier between her and Jake. 'She's not a possession to be bought and sold. She's a woman, with desires, with fears, with a past. And she's mine. To protect, to cherish, to push. Not to own.' Lily, her heart pounding, looked from Hayden to Jake, her mind racing. She could see the jealousy in Jake's eyes, the possessiveness that had always scared her. But she also saw the challenge in Hayden's gaze, the trust he placed in her to make the right choice. She took a deep breath, her decision made. 'Hayden,' she said, her voice steady. 'I choose you. I choose to serve you, to please you, to fly with you. Because with you, I'm not just a possession. I'm a partner. I'm a lover. I'm a challenge. And I'm yours. Always.' The room fell silent, the air thick with tension and anticipation. Jake, his face contorted with anger, stormed out of the room, leaving Hayden and Lily alone on the platform, their eyes locked, their hearts beating as one. 'Well played, my love,' Hayden murmured, his voice a low purr. 'Now, let's give them a show they'll never forget. Let's show them what it means to truly serve, to truly trust, to truly fly.' He turned to the crowd, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Ladies and gentlemen, the auction is over. But the show is just beginning.' Hayden, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity, steps back to admire his handiwork. Lily, her body glistening with sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, is a vision of pure, unadulterated desire. The crowd, enraptured by her performance, surges forward, their eyes hungry, their bodies aching for a taste. But Hayden is having none of it. With a growl, he steps in front of Lily, his body a barrier between her and the crowd. 'She's not a spectacle for you to gawk at,' he snarls, his voice a low warning. 'She's a queen, a goddess, and she deserves to be treated as such.' He turns to Lily, his expression softening, his voice a low murmur. 'Are you alright, my love?' She nods, her eyes locked with his, a soft smile playing on her lips. 'I've never felt more alive, Hayden. More... seen.' He smiles, a slow, predatory grin, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. 'Good. Because we're just getting started.' Beckett, who has been watching with keen interest, steps forward, a wicked gleam in his eyes. 'I think it's time we took this show on the road, don't you, Hayden?' He nods towards a private room, a secret sanctuary hidden behind a velvet curtain. Hayden's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. 'You're playing a dangerous game, Beckett. But I must admit, I like where this is going.' He turns to Lily, his expression serious. 'Are you ready for this, my love? Are you ready to take this to the next level? Because once we cross this line, there's no going back.' Lily, her eyes challenging, her voice steady, replies, 'I'm ready, Hayden. I trust you. Both of you. Let's see where this takes us.' The air between them crackles with tension, the promise of a power struggle yet to come. Little does Lily know, Hayden and Beckett have no intention of holding back. They're going to push her, tease her, make her fly. And they're going to do it all in the privacy of their own little world, away from prying eyes, where they can truly let loose, where they can truly explore the depths of their desires. Hayden's eyes gleamed with a wicked intent as he surveyed the array of toys before him. He picked up a small, silver vibrator, its smooth surface glinting menacingly in the dim light. 'Beckett,' he commanded, 'secure her wrists and ankles. Make sure she's nice and tight.' Beckett, his eyes never leaving Lily's, complied, his hands efficient as he bound her to the cross. Hayden stepped closer, his breath hot on Lily's ear as he whispered, 'You're going to come, Lily. Over and over again. But only when I say so.' He turned on the vibrator, the hum filling the room, and pressed it against her clit. Lily gasped, her body arching against the restraints, her mind flooding with sensation. Hayden watched, his eyes dark with desire, as Beckett leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. 'You're ours, Lily,' he growled against her lips. 'To pleasure, to tease, to push. And you're going to love every fucking moment of it.' Hayden's fingers, slick with lubricant, trace the edge of the chastity belt, sending waves of anticipation crashing over Lily. He leans in, his voice a low growl in her ear, 'Tonight, Lily, we're going to push your limits. We're going to see just how much you can take. And you're going to be silent about it. Understand?' Lily nods, her breath hitching, her body already aching with need. Hayden smirks, his hand slipping between her legs, his fingers finding her clit with ease. 'Good girl,' he murmurs, his touch maddeningly light. 'Now, let's see how long you can hold out.' Beckett, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, steps forward, a wicked grin on his face. He holds up a small, black ball, a thin string attached to it. 'Open up, Lily,' he commands, his voice a low purr. She hesitates for a moment, then complies, her mouth opening to accept the ball. He pushes it in, her mouth stretching around it, her tongue pressing against it. 'Suck on it, Lily,' he instructs, his voice a low growl. 'Suck on it like it's my cock. And if you're a good girl, I might just replace it with the real thing later.' Lily's eyes widen, her body responding to the crude promise, but she remains silent, her focus on the task at hand. Hayden watches, his eyes dark with desire, as Beckett begins to tease her, his fingers exploring her body, his touch firm and demanding. Lily's breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing against the restraints, her mind a whirlwind of sensation and desire. But she remains silent, her trust in Hayden and Beckett absolute, her body responding to their every touch, her mind flooding with a mix of pleasure and pain, all while the silent, black ball fills her mouth, a constant reminder of her submission. Hayden's eyes flash with a mix of surprise and annoyance at the intrusion, but he quickly masks it with a calm demeanor. 'Jake,' he acknowledges, his voice steady. 'This is a private session. I'm afraid you're not invited.' Jake chuckles, taking a step further into the room, his eyes never leaving Lily. 'Oh, come now, Hayden. Don't be so selfish. I've seen her performance from the other side of the glass. She's a natural. And I must have a taste.' He turns to Lily, his gaze predatory. 'What do you say, beautiful? Would you like another playmate to join in your fun?' Lily, her breath ragged, her body aching with unfulfilled desire, looks from Jake to Hayden, then to Beckett. She can see the tension in Hayden's jaw, the warning in Beckett's eyes. But she also sees the challenge in Jake's gaze, the promise of something new, something different. She swallows hard, her decision made. 'Yes,' she whispers, her voice barely audible. 'I want to play.' The room seems to hold its breath as Hayden and Beckett exchange a glance, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Hayden nods, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. 'Very well,' he says, his voice a low growl. 'But remember, Jake. She's ours. To protect, to pleasure, to push. And if you hurt her, if you push her too far, you'll have to answer to us. Understood?' Jake smirks, his hands already reaching for his belt. 'Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way, Hayden. After all, what's the fun in playing if there are no rules to break?' Hayden's hands, steady and sure, guide the first bead into Lily's tight, virgin hole. She gasps, her body tensing, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. 'Relax, Lily,' Hayden murmurs, his voice a low command, his thumb brushing against her lips. 'Breathe through it. You can take this. You can take all of it.' Lily nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body slowly relaxing as she adjusts to the new sensation. Beckett watches, his eyes gleaming with lust, his hand slowly pumping his cock, already hard and aching for release. 'You look so fucking beautiful like this, Lily,' he growls, his voice a low rumble. 'So full, so stretched, so fucking perfect.' He steps closer, his hand joining Hayden's, their fingers intertwining as they guide the next bead into Lily's ass. She moans, her body arching, her mind flooding with a mix of pleasure and pain, the sensation of being filled, of being stretched, unlike anything she's ever experienced. Hayden's eyes never leave hers, his gaze a steady anchor in the storm of sensation, his voice a low, constant murmur, 'That's it, Lily. You're doing so well. You're taking it like a good girl. You're taking it all.' The room fills with the soft clink of metal, the rustle of fabric, as Lily is slowly, steadily filled, her body responding to the dual stimulation, her moans growing louder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her body writhing, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, all while Hayden and Beckett watch, their eyes dark with desire, their bodies aching for more. Hayden's hands, gentle yet firm, guided Lily to the center of the room, where a large, plush bed awaited. He sat her down, his eyes never leaving hers, a storm of emotions swirling within them. 'Lily,' he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. 'I've been thinking. About us. About our dynamic. And I think it's time we took things to the next level.' He paused, letting the words sink in, his thumb brushing against her lips. 'I want to share you, Lily. With Beckett. I want to watch him pleasure you, while I guide you, while I command you. I want to see you fly, my love. With both of us.' Lily's eyes widened, surprise and excitement warring within her. She had never considered such a thing, but the thought of being with both Hayden and Beckett, of being the center of their desire, sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. 'Are you sure, Hayden?' she asked, her voice barely a whisper. 'Are you sure about this?' Hayden nodded, a slow, predatory grin spreading across his face. 'I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Lily. But only if you're ready. Only if you trust us. Both of us.' Lily took a deep breath, her decision made. 'I trust you, Hayden. I trust both of you. And I want this. I want to fly with you. With both of you.' Hayden's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. 'Good. Then let's begin. Beckett!' He called out, his voice a low command. The door opened, revealing Beckett, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, his body already hard and aching for release. 'Our queen has given her consent,' Hayden said, his voice a low growl. 'She's ready to fly. With both of us.' Beckett's grin widened, his eyes never leaving Lily's. 'Then let's give her the flight of her life, shall we?' He stepped into the room, his hands already reaching for her, his touch firm and demanding, as Hayden watched, his eyes dark with desire, his voice a low, constant murmur, guiding them, commanding them, as they began their dance of desire and trust.