“So fucking beautiful.” He grips me tighter.
Harsh breaths break free from my chest. My legs are shaking along with every other body part. But there’s no floating down and easing my feet back to Earth.
Daemon is deep inside my quivering pussy, girl-cum coating us both.
Once I can tear my gaze from his I finally notice the light of the Eiffel tower. Its powerful glow bathes us in a soft light.
“I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful tonight.”
Tears burn the insides of my eyes but like hell I’ll be weak enough to let them fall. But this man. God, he makes me feel priceless. They all do in their special way.
I don’t hear them. Only feel the weight of their bodies as the bed dips.
Warren and Erik join us. Their heat cocoons me and I welcome their touches. The three exchange looks in some silent bro code I don’t quite understand. I don’t think I’m meant to. I see a calmness settle over them and I know in some small way it is because of me. Like they’ve waited for this moment.
There are no words. We don’t need any.
Arms wrap around me from behind and I fall into them willingly. Warren brushes my hair aside and holds me out to his friend for him to kiss me. Raw need carries us for hours as they share me between them. Each worshiping my body, stroking me, kissing me, taking me in new ways I could never imagine. All while the city of Paris dreams.