“I want my jewelry in those pretty rosebuds. Nothing else will do.” He looked down at them again and then back to her. “Mine,” he stated gruffly.
Her heart flipped at the possessive tone in his hushed voice. The way he looked at her. Almost like he had decided something at that moment. And it was one-hundred percent about her.
In her mind, she repeated his claiming words, not brave enough to share them aloud. How could she? At any time she would leave here, never to see them again.
All the more reason to enjoy their stolen time together. If only Sevastyan and Lucian could join them.
There was a pause where no one moved or breathed and then she felt Roman’s length press against her ass. She angled her head around. He’d stripped and if Matteo was gorgeous this man stole hearts he was so beautiful.
She drew in a sharp breath. Not because of what they were about to do, but how both men looked at her. With the fires of hell in their gazes and dark promises spread across their smiles.
Her legs shook and her nerves tingled. Roman lifted her and Matteo made quick work of stripping away her last level of defense. After untangling them from her feet, the scrap of green silk joined her gown on the floor.
“Is that a tan line?” Roman murmured as his friend dragged his tongue over the last remnants of her holiday vacation to the south of Spain months ago. Before her world turned into the shit pie it was now.
Holding her back to his chest, Roman reached around and spread her legs. She immediately went still, breath held in anticipation of their next move.
Matteo wasted no time in taking advantage and swooped in for a taste. He spread her pussy lips and groaned a sexy deep sound. That simple action made her body ache for him. “Look at all those juices.” His hot breath blew over her sensitive skin and she dropped her head to Roman’s shoulder just as his tongue caressed over her throbbing clit.
Pure electricity shot through her. Nerve endings fired to life. She tried to close her legs against the powerful shock of sensations but the girth of Matteo’s shoulders kept her wide open for anything he wanted to do.
He nipped at her inner thigh—a grazing of teeth before he turned back to torturing her clit. Rough and demanding one second and then tender the next. Her body didn’t know what it liked more—the feel of his teeth on her or his tongue. Either way, he knew just how much pressure to apply to thrust her toward the fringes of a climax without sending her over.
She drove her fingers into his hair. “Matteo, please. Please make me come.”
“You’ll be coming for me. For both of us, cariña.”
He lifted his head, made eye contact with Roman briefly, and then she no longer had Matteo between her legs.
But the large man with the long black hair and endless muscles was a nice trade-off. The air trapped in her lungs left in a long sigh. Roman turned her around and what she found took her breath away.
His bright blue eyes stared back at her with raw dominance.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to her darker desires. While her mind whirled in one direction, her body fell in another and into Roman’s arms. He reclined them both on the large bed. The one thing this shitty apartment had going for it.
Matteo spread out on the bed beside her and together both men loved her body. Hands touched all of her. Stroking, caressing as if they marveled over a priceless piece of art.
“She likes being shared between us.”
Matteo’s warm lips slid down the column of her neck and over the swell of her breasts. This man seemed to know exactly how to make her gasp and moan for them despite her knowing how wrong the action was.
When was the last time she’d had such exquisite pleasure? Never? Matteo sucked one peak between his lips, Roman the other. God, what did this make her? Using the tips of her fingers she explored contours and hard muscles. Hadn’t she dreamed of them being the dark dominant men she knew them to be?
She let go of the fear of judgment and spread her thighs for their roaming hands. They all let out a slow moan.
She ran her hands through Roman’s long hair. Rhia lifted her head when he relinquished her peak with a juicy smack to find her lips in a crushing kiss. She slid her hand down his back, raking her nails over his flesh.
Hands flipped her over and suddenly she had her ass thrust in the air and lips searing a hot kiss along the dip of her back and over her rounded cheeks.
“Matteo.”
“Amor.”
His voice sounded reverent as if he were in awe of her.
Peering over her shoulder she caught him stripping off his remaining clothes. He popped the button on his pants. She watched as he released the fly and it eased down the metal teeth to reveal hard muscle. And the bulging tip of his shaft pushed to be freed.
She groaned, biting at her lips. This man was one-hundred percent lickable. Every inch of him. “Careful, Seraphina.” He rolled her name over the tip of his tongue giving it that sultry flare, and for half a heartbeat she wished it was her real name. “Don’t bite too hard.” He thumbed her lip from between her teeth. “That’s my job.” He dipped his head and claimed her mouth with his biting down on the plump flesh of her lower lip before moving away.