Naomi had stopped pretending to be a passive observer. From the corner of my vision I could see her hand between her own thighs, moving in rhythm with our bodies, her pink eyes wide open and fixed on the point where Belle and I connected. Her lips were parted, her breathing synchronized to Belle's moans as though she was experiencing the pleasure secondhand through sheer proximity and imagination.
Belle pulled my face off her breast and kissed me. The kiss tasted like her milk and my blood and the phantom chocolate I'd projected through Sensory Hijack onto her taste buds, all of it mixing together into something that should have been disgusting and instead tasted like ownership. She sucked on my tongue while I fucked her and the combination of sensation, her mouth pulling on my tongue the same way my mouth had pulled on her nipple, made my brain short-circuit for approximately three seconds.
"Mine." Belle said it against my lips. "Say it."
"Yours."
"Again."
"Yours, Belle."
