He skated the tips of his fingers along her abdomen and trailed further down. Drenched and slick, her clit beaded beneath his fingers.
With one fierce thrust, he sent her flying over the edge. Every ounce of control seeped from his body and poured from his cock.
Lucian withdrew and flipped her on the soft mattress. Stunned, she yelped from his sudden movements. With his cock still hard, he shoved her legs wide.
“I need that sweetness on my tongue.”
The second his tongue laved at her clit, their shared releases wetting her thighs, his dick hardened, ready for more of her voodoo magic she spelled him with. What else could he call what she did to him? The way he lost control around her.
Quakes simmered to low groans as he drank in the last of her release spilled from her tight slit. He crawled up her exquisite body, pouring love over every inch of her with hot kisses. Finally looking down into her eyes, he rested on an elbow by her head.
“The day you came into our lives will forever be the day you gave me life again.” He settled on the bed next to her, his hard cock nestled against her thigh. “You are mine.” He brushed his lips across hers. Rising above her, he wrapped her legs around his waist and sank into her waiting warmth.
He growled, taking her deeper still until his balls sat against her ass.
He heard the bedroom door open and the men join them.
She watched Sevastyan, Matteo, and Roman strip before joining them. Sunlight poured through the top skylight and caught in her hair. It shined like a halo as her demons crawled across the large bed to devour their angle.
She arched against Matteo’s and Roman’s greedy mouths at her breasts, taking the last bit of Lucian’s shaft into her body.
He groaned, gripping her hips to control her movements.
“And you’re mine. All of you are.” Sevastyan kneeled over her, pumping his shaft. She greedily suckled him in, drinking the drops of pre-cum his friend offered their woman.
Lucian cherished her breathy love words, and her eyes glittered from the high they shared and the love running between all of them.
Before her, none of them were any better than a bunch of broken pieces.
Fingers buried in her flesh he drew out and drove back in with a possessive fierceness. “We’ve done things we’re not proud of. We’ve laid broken pieces of our souls at your feet.”
“We all have,” she reminded him, slipping Sevastyan from her mouth. She worked his friend from base to tip with her hand and it was the sexiest thing to see her take so much pleasure from all of them.
“Sometimes that’s needed.”
He nodded, rocking his hips, reminding himself to stay in the present with his light, his angel.
“But you pieced those ragged shards back together.” Sevastyan husked, mirroring his own sentiments.
She smiled softly. “Sometimes, you get something even more beautiful from broken pieces.”
His outlook on life shifted at that moment. They savored their queen for the rest of the morning. Her mouth and body and soul theirs to cherish. To love.
They lifted their queen into their arms and held her body close and lost themselves in the passion melding them all together as one. The promise of love, light, and if they dared accept fate—happiness for the four dark mafia kings and their queen.
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