We move her toward Adrian’s bed with coordinated precision. This isn’t our first time together, but tonight feels different.
More urgent.
More real.
Like we’re claiming each other completely, knowing the Bishop’s verdict might tear us apart tomorrow.
Adrian strips her dress off with trembling hands, his gray eyes tracking every inch of exposed skin.
I work her bra clasp, my calloused fingers trailing fire down her spine.
Elijah kneels before her, pressing kisses to her thighs as her underwear pools at her feet.
“Beautiful,” Elijah whispers, his eyes dark with want as he looks up at her. “Parfaite.”
Charlie’s confidence surprises me.
She’s not shy anymore, not hesitant. She reaches for Adrian’s shirt, pulling it over his head, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest.
Then she turns to me, her fingers finding the saints and sinners inked into my arms, tracing the lines she’s memorized in stolen moments.
“I want all of you,” she says, her voice steady. “Tonight. No holding back.”
Adrian’s hands frame her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “You trust us?”
“Completely.”
The word breaks something in all of us. Adrian spins her, holding her back to his chest. His hands cup her chin, lifting it in the air so she meets mine and Elijah’s gazes.
She trembles as Adrians other hand flirts down her body, touching and teasing her breasts then stomach until his fingers cup her pussy and apply just enough pressure to have her writhing in his arms.
I burn with hunger, my eyes following each touch and squirm.
Elijah is tense next to me, his blue eyes dark with desire and his breathing shallow.
“Do you see what you do to us?” Adrian growls, nipping at the shell of her ear. She tries to knod, but his hand on her jaw keeps her still. “No matter what happens, no matter what tomorrow brings, this is what we feel for you.”
He removes his hand from her pussy and drags his hand up to up her breasts, pinching the hard peak between slick fingers. “Marcus.”
I move instantly, dropping to my knees before her and pressing my nose into the apex of her thigh, inhaling her scent.
God, what she does to me, to us. I worship her carefully, kissing, sucking, nipping, her hips undulating into me as she whimpers and whines above me.
Two fingers crook inside her, hitting that spot that makes her eyes roll and her legs go boneless, and soon all three of us are holding her up as we send her over that cliff, her inner walls climaxing around my fingers as Elijah bites at her lip and Adrian massages her breasts.
Her eyes track me as I stand, licking my fingers, and I can’t help but smirk as we step back and prowl around her. “Oh, we’re not done with you yet, querida.”
We take turns, passing her between us as we fuck her with all the desperation tomorrow brings.
When she can’t stand anymore, we move again.
I lay on the bed, my fingers stretching her asshole, as Elijah fucks her from above.
Another orgasm rolls through her, and I replace my fingers with my cock and go slow, letting her adjust to the burn until I’m deep inside her and she’s shaking between us.
Cum drips down her thighs, and her eyes water as she prays our names and begs for more until Adrian finally fucks her throat.
We’re finally all claiming her at the same time. we’re all spent, collapsed on Adrian’s bed as if it’s become a fortress of safety
