"Open for me,bukuri," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Let me taste you."
I do as he asks, parting my legs slightly, giving him access.
His mouth on me is skilled, relentless, knowing exactly where to lick and suck and tease. His tongue works magic while Artancontinues his assault on my breasts and Erion holds me steady, murmuring encouragement and filth in my ear in alternating English and Albanian.
With all three men worshiping my body, touching me, claiming me, showing me what belonging to them means, I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me with devastating intensity. Overwhelming. Consuming. Leaving me boneless and gasping.
Erion catches me when my knees buckle. Picks me up easily despite my height. Takes me to the bed and lays me down on the soft sheets. Starts undressing with efficient movements, revealing his lean muscled body.
"We're only getting started,zemra," he says, his smile wicked and promising and full of dark intent.
38
LILY
I'm on the bed, my body sinking into Luan's expensive sheets, the fabric cool and smooth against my overheated skin.
The men are undressing around me, each moving at their own pace. Erion first, always the least patient, already naked and magnificent in the low light filtering through the curtains. Then Artan, more careful because of his injured hands, wincing slightly as he pulls his shirt over his head. Luan last, methodical as always, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate precision before moving to his belt.
I'm not thinking in words anymore. Not analyzing what this means or planning what comes next or worrying about consequences.
Just feeling. Pure sensation washing over me in waves. Safety wrapping around me like a blanket. Surrender that doesn't feel like losing but like finally being able to stop fighting.
Erion joins me first, his body warm as he lays beside me on the mattress. Kisses me slowly, languidly, his tongue exploring my mouth like we have all the time in the world.
Artan settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider. "I want a taste too,bukuri."
His mouth descends, and I gasp at the contact.
Luan lays on my other side, mirroring Erion's position. His mouth finds my breast, teeth grazing my nipple before biting down with just enough pressure to make me arch. Then he sucks, soothing the sting with his tongue.
The combination of all three of them touching me, tasting me, claiming me. It's too much stimulus for my nervous system to process. Too much pleasure.
I come again, my body shaking between them, overwhelmed by sensation.
"Good girl," Erion murmurs against my ear, his voice dark and approving. "Shumë e bukur.So beautiful when you let go for us."
Then Erion moves, shifting positions with fluid grace. Gets on his knees behind me. "Up, baby. On your knees for me."
I do as he asks without hesitation, trusting him, trusting all of them. Rise up on trembling legs and position myself on all fours.
Erion positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. Penetrates me slowly from behind, giving me time to adjust tothe angle, to the depth. Then he pulls my body back against his chest so I'm kneeling upright, my back pressed to his front. One hand wraps around my throat, fingers spanning the delicate column. Not squeezing. Not restricting my breath. Just holding. Claiming. A reminder of who I belong to now.
Artan stands on the bed in front of me, his cock at eye level. "Open your mouth,zemra."
I do, parting my lips obediently. He slides into my mouth slowly at first, letting me adjust. Then deeper, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly before he pulls back.
Luan moves between my spread thighs. His tongue finds my clit while Erion moves inside me from behind, each thrust pushing me forward onto Artan.
The stimulation is overwhelming. Too much input for my brain to categorize or control. Pleasure from every direction, every nerve ending firing at once.
I think I might actually die from this. From how impossibly good it feels to be surrounded by them, filled by them, worshipped by them.
They maintain this configuration for what feels like forever. Building the tension. Pushing me higher.
Erion comes first, his rhythm stuttering as he spills inside me with a groan. His grip on my throat tightens reflexively then releases, his forehead dropping to rest against my shoulder as he catches his breath.
Then Artan, his movements becoming more erratic. He looks down at me, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Are you going to swallow all of me,engjëll?".
