Oh gods. I can’t handle Amick giving him tips.
They’re going to kill me with orgasms.
The second he adds a second one, the air gets snatched from my lungs and I fall apart on his face.
My reprieve and deep breaths are short-lived. His face goes from buried between my thighs to leaning over me as he buries himself deep.
“Gods. I’m going to do that again soon. Every day.”
“I surely won’t stop you. You can do whatever you want to me.”
His hips fall still as his gaze sears into mine.
“What if what I want to do scares you?”
Between the lowness in his tone and the seriousness in his eyes, I know where the question is coming from.
“You’d never do anything to my body I wouldn’t want you to do or that would hurt me. I trust and know that, Riven. Do as you please.”
My words give him all the permission he needs. He sits back on his heels and pounds into my body.
“I’ll tie you up naked, spread out for me, and whip that pretty little ass another time. Tonight, I need you now.”
Oh shit.
That sounds…petrifying and perfect at the same time.
My eyes roll back as Creed’s finger slides down my body until he’s strumming my clit in sync with Riven’s thrust. Amick continues to lavish my breast and Kyzen’s laying kisses wherever his lips can touch.
A fever breaks out across my skin, and my head thrashes back and forth. I’m not sure if I’m telling anyone to stop or threatening them if they dare.
Riven slams into me once more and holds me still by my hips as his release rolls right through him. Creed doesn’t give him a second to recover as he shoves him away and takes his place.
Never moving his finger from my clit.
“Gods, Creed.”
I scream as he hikes my leg over his shoulder and slams into me. My fingernails dig into his forearm as he fucks me however he sees fit.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Thayla Godrun. Valories, I fucking need you.”
He groans as he slows his punishing pace but not the force behind them. Every deep pump comes with a hit straight to my soul. I’m fucking trembling from the inside out.
I’ve never felt so alive in my life.
“I’ve been to Hell and back. I’ll return. Especially if it’s to drag your ass back to me.”
He lets out a dark little chuckle.
“Stroke my soul. Make me come,” he commands and my eyes widen. The question is clear in my eyes, but unable to be spoken through my moans.
“Push all your sexual emotions to me. All your filthy little fantasies. Think about how wet your pussy is and how greedily it’s taking me. Build all that up in your soul, then shove it at me.”
Fuck.
I do as he commands. It isn’t hard to accomplish, given the sensations flowing across every part of my body right now. There’s barely a place on me that isn’t covered by my men.
“Now, Thayla.”
