“You’re safe,” he says, voice rich and steady. “I’ll stop if you say so…”
Then softer, darker:
“…but I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to keep going.”
The first push of him inside me is unbearable in the best way.
“Breathe, Grant,” Eve coaxes as she rides me gently, Dante pushing in slowly. “Easy, baby.”
My body clenches. Stretches.
Then opens.
A cry rips out of my throat—half pain, half ecstasy.
Eve braces herself on my chest as she moves, her breasts brushing against me, grounding me.
“Good boy. Just breathe through it.”
He seems to enter me forever until finally, he’s deep inside me, and I can feel him in my very soul.
Dante holds my legs wide, his arms locked under my knees, his body solid and sure between them.
His hands anchor my hips, guiding the rhythm with terrifying precision—slow, deep, relentless thrusts that strip me raw in the most exquisite way.
I feel every inch of him, every pulse, every stretch of heat where I’ve never been touched by another man.
“God,” I choke out, eyes fluttering shut. “It feels so fucking good…”
Dante groans above me, the sound rough, reverent.
“You’re incredible, baby. So tight—so perfect around me.”
Eve leans over, bracing herself on my chest, her hands splayed across my skin as she rides me—deep and steady.
“You’re doing so well, Grant,” she whispers, pressing a kiss between my brows. “Let it happen. Let us have you.”
I moan louder, no longer caring how unhinged I sound.
My body is burning—overstimulated, overwhelmed, and still begging for more.
Every movement inside me sends a shockwave up my spine—pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
But it’s Dante.
It’s him.
The man I’ve wanted for half my damn life.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, fists tightening in the sheets. “Eve. Fuck. Dante, don’t stop.”
His pace doesn’t quicken, but it deepens. More deliberate. More consuming.
“Not a fucking chance in hell, baby,” he growls, teeth grazing Eve’s shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you through it,bug. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathe, voice breaking. “Fuck—I’m yours.”
“Good boy,” he whispers, hand tightening on my hips. “Tell us, baby. Who fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
