“It’s good to see you, Raul,” I said, my voice sultry, teasing.
“Likewise,” he murmured, lips curling into something sinful.
He turned to Tomaso. “Tomaso.”
The two men clasped hands with matching smirks, tension simmering between them.
Without another word, we slipped away—up the stairs, past the glowing candlelight and distant echoes of laughter. My pulse raced, my steps light, like I was walking into a dream spun from wine and shadow.
We found a bedchamber cloaked in velvet and hush. The doorremained ajar, letting music and perfume from the ballroom filter in like a spell.
I stood in the center as they circled me—Tomaso behind, Raul in front.
Tomaso’s fingers found the laces of my corset. With practiced ease, he loosened the knots, the tension releasing, sensually, as he whispered something against my ear that made my knees weaken. His lips brushed my neck—warm, possessive. His teeth scraped gently against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The corset slipped from my body.
Raul stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire as his hands moved to the tiny pearl buttons down the front of my gown. He undid them, each one sending a wave of anticipation through me. With every release, more of me was exposed to the candlelight, their eyes, and their hunger.
When the final button was undone, the gown slid from my body and fell around my ankles.
Tomaso’s arms slipped around me from behind, his palms gliding over the bare skin of my waist. His mouth found the hollow of my throat and began to explore, sensually.
Outside, the world kept dancing. But here, in this room, I was the center of gravity.
Raul knelt before me, his fingers moving to the delicate ribbons at my hips, untying them with maddening patience. I stepped out of each layer, letting the last veils fall away.
Their hands moved like they knew me already. Like they had dreamed of this.
I leaned back into Tomaso, his breath warm against my ear, one hand gripping mine, the other exploring my curves with reverent hunger. His voice was a low growl, “You’re ours tonight.”
And I welcomed it.
Every stolen breath.
Every roaming hand.
Every wicked, beautiful touch.
“Let’s get comfortable,” Tomaso murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent a pulse of anticipation through my core as he nodded toward the four-poster bed.
“Let’s,” I breathed, slipping my fingers through Raul’s and following.
When my back sank into the silken pillows, I felt like royalty awaiting her feast. I grinned, spreading my arms behind my head. “Undress for me, my loves.”
Tomaso and Raul stood at either side of the bed like dark statues, shedding their clothes, their eyes never leaving mine. Each piece of fabric fell with delicious tension, baring the hunger etched into their bodies.
They were a study in contrast—Raul, lithe and sleek with muscle, his cock long and already hard, standing proudly as if aching for my mouth. I could still taste him—salty, sharp, addictive—the memory of licking the bead of his release from his tip, making me clench around nothing.
Tomaso’s frame was broader and thicker, with a body carved by years of control and command. His cock, just as enticing, swelled as he watched me watch him. When I’d wrapped my hand around him before, my fingers barely met, his size pressing against my palm like a promise. He tasted of smoke and soil, dark and grounding—like lust wrapped in leather.
Tomaso climbed onto the bed, his hands braced beside me, and kissed me with heat and hunger. His stubble scraped my skin perfectly, rough and real, tethering me to the moment. Our mouths collided again and again, tongues tangling, breath stolen—like we needed to devour each other before the world ended.
My thighs were pried apart. I gasped softly, lifting my gaze to find Raul kneeling between my legs, eyes dark with want, his grin predatory. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His mouth descended like a man starving.
I whimpered into Tomaso’s kiss as Raul’s tongue flicked along my folds, teasingly. He circled my entrance until I was writhing, my hips lifting off the bed—then, finally, he plunged his tongue inside. A moan tore from my throat.
Tomaso pressed his thick cock against my hip, his pre-cum slicking the path as he rocked gently against my skin. The friction burned in the best way, every stroke feeding the fire Raul’s tongue had lit.
