Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I opened my eyes.
I kissed Nicholas back as he made love to me.
And I nodded at Hunter as he sat back and watched the show.
I lost all sense of time as I closed my eyes again and sank into Nick’s spell.
I let him direct me. Allowed him to tug my hips forward so he could angle a little deeper. I moaned as he dropped his hand and rubbed my clit. I gasped as he sucked on my tongue and kissed me with respect and homage.
My body reacted.
Quieter this time.
Billowy and feathery, no longer able to reach those excruciating heights of delirium. This new spindling was gentle. Satiny and silky as Nick’s cock slid in and out in the slowest, softest rhythm, gradually replacing the shared pleasures of the three of us with just him.
Every thrust, he invaded my heart.
Every kiss, he made me trip a little more.
He ran his hand up my leg still hitched over his hip, fondling me as if I belonged to him.
I’d been fucked multiple times tonight. I’d had sex with other men before today. But until that moment, I’d never known the difference between the act of sex and the art of making love.
Nick moaned into my mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed up my body, skating his fingers over my nipples before his palms locked around my wrists, still tethered to the hook on the four-poster bed.
I waited for him to release me.
I sucked on his bottom lip for him to turn wild.
But he merely took me a little harder, a little deeper, a little more, and...I fell.
More was what I’d been afraid of.
More would get me hurt.
But as Nicholas sucked in a breath and pulled back just enough to stare into my eyes, I didn’t care that he had the power to destroy me. I didn’t care as he pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, “I’m going to come. Do you want to join me?”
I didn’t care as I nodded and gasped as his hand went between my legs to my oversensitive clit.
I didn’t care as he stroked me.
I didn’t care as he pumped inside me.
And I didn’t care as he choked on a breath, and his cock rippled with bliss. Spurt after spurt, coating me in his cum, triggering my own release.
My last one.
One full of petals and sunlight, granting me the oblivion I so desperately needed.
As subtle as my fourth release was, it was my favourite because it filled me to the brim of emotion. A pink light beaming with love. A white light glowing with satisfaction.
I didn’t care...because I was in love with him.
And it was more than I could’ve possibly imagined.
Basking in the gentle lapping of tenderness, I shivered as Nick held my stare and poured everything he was deep, deep inside me. He gave me his secrets and his tortures, his hopes and his dreams. His release lasted longer than mine as his lips pulled back in a grimace, and he spilled the final few drops of his seed.
He never looked away.
Never blocked me from seeing the way he felt about me.
He didn’t try to lie.
He didn’t try to hide.
And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he felt more too.
Chapter Eight
WE STOOD THERE FOR AN ETERNITY.
An endless moment where our breathing slowed, and our awareness of where we were and what we’d done slowly ruined the only thing that truly mattered.
Us.
Me and Nick.
As one.
We’d slept together.
No, that was wrong—a massive, colossal understatement.
We’d stepped into hellfire together. We’d forged into one person, one heart, one life.
The weight of such a transformation choked my soul even as I hesitantly embraced it.
Did Nick feel the same things I did?
Did he feel reborn?
Did he feel as if we’d stepped into this circus fighting the tide of inevitability, and now that we’d given in, we’d drowned?
The languid delight I’d been waiting for cloaked me, heavy and warm.
Regardless of what the future held, I floated on wispy wings of contentment.
Sagging in the binds, I struggled to keep my eyes open as they begged to close and drift into sex-addled sleep.
I’d never been so tired.
Kissing me ever so sweetly, Nick reached up and unhooked my wrists. Pressing me against the four-poster, he hissed between his teeth as he disengaged, and a gush of wetness rolled down my inner thigh.
I’d entered this room with a fetish I hadn’t even known I had for body fluids. And now, the multiple orgasms of two men dripped down my leg and stained the black carpet below.
They’d given themselves to me.
They’d painted me in their cherishment.
And covered me in their carnal debasement.
It was lewd and sticky and all kinds of wrong, yet I positively adored it.
Inhaling my first deep breath in a while, the musty scents of sex shot up my nose.
Propriety interrupted my serenity, whispering that I should have a shower and leave. That the dream was over, and it was time to return to reality.