“You’re delicious. Now come for me, Seraphina. Fall apart for us. Give us what we want.”
He added a second finger into her tight center, the soft walls of her core a vise he couldn’t wait to feel around his hard shaft. The moans she’d make beneath him were enough to drive him mad with the need to take her here. Now.
The thought had his dick pulsating with the need to feel her, but her pleasure meant more to him. To see her sweet expression morph into the kind of pleasure a woman deserved under his careful touch.
“So soft, beautiful, and all mine.”
“Ours,” growled Lucian.
“Ours,” he corrected.
“You’re so close to giving me your sweet release. Don’t hold back,” he husked, his breath coming faster.
Ours. Need to claim and take what he wanted clouded his senses.
Crimson brushed the sides of her neck and traveled to her cheeks.
Matteo ran his lips along her jaw.
Sevastyan watched as his friend dipped his head and sampled her already kiss-swollen lips.
She was pure innocence wrapped in their personal form of torture.
She parted for Matteo, and he twined his tongue around hers, devouring every single moan of pleasure she released. She draped her arms around Lucian’s neck, her fingers working the edges of his hair.
Sevastyan let loose a chest-deep growl. All they needed was Roman to be here and the fold would be complete.
Something deep inside her called to him, lured his sleeping monster from the all-consuming shadows. He dared a look into her bright eyes and fell into the deep end.
Fuck me, he swore under his breathas a whisper of a thought took hold.
No. This was nothing but lust. But a sweet siren nonetheless.
Her body tensed, her thighs a delicate vise around his waist. He began to rock his hips in a sensual rhythm, stroking the bundle of nerves buried between her pouty lips one last time to the soft sound of her release. Maddening and exquisite. He wanted his full length buried in her, feeling the pulse of her soft core milking him, not his fingers.
But he couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe never.
She shuddered in his arms, eyes closed, hips rocking to fuck his fingers as the peak of her orgasm hit.
“That’s it, kroshka. Give me everything.” He wanted it. Wanted her.
Her core convulsed around his fingers. Juices coated her pussy lips and dripped to wet his hand, forcing a guttural sound from deep within him.
His balls tightened. He looked on as she fell apart in his arms, there to catch her, keep her safe.
She arched, moaned, and he crashed his lips against hers, tasting her sweet screams of pleasure on his tongue. Breaths mingled. Exquisite torture. And all he could think about was giving her more. More pleasure, more orgasms. He had no idea skin could be so addictive. So soft and warm.
She arched once more, pressed their chests together, and when her pebbled nipples glided across his, they both hissed.
Harsh breaths tore through her as he held her quaking body close to his. His grip tightened even more as she quieted, spent from the force.
With gentle movements, he pulled his fingers from her tight slit, brought them to his lips, and growled as the taste of her juices hit his tongue.
“Fuck, when do I get a taste?” Lucian tipped her chin up and licked the seam of her lips.
“Whenever you want me.”
She was so lust-dazed they could do anything they wanted with their little birdie and she would sing for them.