“Holy shit,” she breathed out as Gabe thrusted into her with a pulse of his hips.
Neither Gabe nor I moved then, giving her shaking body the time she needed to adjust and ensure she could do this.
“You’re shaking, Princess,” I murmured, brushing my hands lightly along her arms and down her back to soothe her. “Do you want us to move?”
Her moan cracked through the air like lightning, “Yes. Slowly, please.”
Gabe lifted his head from her breast. “Stars, look at her,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling up. “Taking both of us so well, like she was made to be shared.”
Kieran’s head snapped up at that, her cheeks flushed deep rose as she glanced back at me. The way she bit her lower lip, torn between embarrassment and want, nearly made me lose control.
“You hear that, Princess?” I murmured in her ear, pressing back into her ass with a slow, steady push. “You were meant for us and this is what it means to be ours—to be cared for, worshipped, and ruined until you can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins.”
Every slow grind of my hips was met with her trembling moans and Gabe’s soothing praise as we found a rhythm together within her. Her whole body quaked, absolutely stunning in her surrender and trust in us.
My fingers dug into her hips, possessiveness rearing up within me as the realization hit me hard: I was the first cock to take her ass, and that sick, twisted part of me that always warred with the need to claim her as mine alone thrived on it.
“You feel that, Princess?” I murmured as I increased my pace, delighting in her broken pants and whimpers. “How your body stretches around me, begging to take me in deeper?”
Her only answer was another whimper, her fingers curling into Gabe’s shoulders like she needed an anchor.
“I’m going to come,” she panted out, nearly a cry, like she was begging us to tip her over the edge.
My thrusts deepened, grinding into that sweet spot I’d already mapped with my fingers earlier. Her body bowed between us as we gave her everything.
“Just like that, Princess,” I growled, my hands tightening on her hips. “Squeeze us. Show us exactly how much you love taking our cocks at the same time.”
Her orgasm hit hard, a scream torn from her lips as her body clenched around both of us, her ass squeezing my cock so tightly I saw stars. Her thighs trembled violently, face burying in Gabe’s neck as she rode out the crashing wave of her release.
“That’s it,” I whispered, slowing my thrusts just enough to let her come down, my hand smoothing along her spine, grounding her. “Breathe for me, Princess. You did so good.”
She whimpered, overwhelmed, her voice thick and wrecked as she clung to Gabe’s chest.
I looked down at the flushed, trembling beauty between us, the woman who had somehow broken past every wall I’d ever built, and felt the weight of it hit me again.
I was in love with her.
Utterly. Irrevocably.Forever.
And nothing—not death, not duty, not even my own fear—was going to keep me from her.
Gabe and I must have shared a similar sentiment, as we started to move within her at the same time, not needing much longer to find our own releases.
The orgasm ripped through me as I groaned against her neck, coming deep inside her with jerking hips pumping every last drop into that perfect, forbidden place.
She gasped as we filled her, making my cock twitch as she whispered, “Fuck, I love this.”
I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, panting, lips trailing up her spine with reverent kisses as I murmured, “So good… you’re so fucking perfect, Kieran.”
When we finally pulled out, I caught the tremor that trailed down her thighs, the little hitch in her breath that told me it hadn’t been too much for her.
My arms wrapped around her as I drew her close, tugging her gently onto her side. She nestled easily in between us and I buried my face in her damp hair, breathing in the sweet, heady scent of sex and Kieran.
I didn’t deserve her. Not this softness, this peace.
But fuck, I wasn’t giving it up now.
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