Page 27 of Sharing Her Heart

She met his tongue with her own, battling for dominance, refusing to let him take control without a fight. Every stroke of his lips and push of his tongue infuriated her, each kiss stoking her rage even as it made her want him more. Her body burned with the intensity of it, sensitized by the touch of his hands and lips.

When he pulled away, a frustrated moan escaped her lips. But then Nathan took over, his hand cradling her face as his tongue explored her mouth. His dominance was raw and undeniable, and Felicity felt her defenses crumble. Something about his wild, untethered energy drew her in, making resistance impossible. The pleasure between them was intoxicating and unlike anything she had ever felt before.

She knew it would be her undoing, but the thought of resisting them was beyond her. How could she resist two men who brought her nothing but pleasure? A moan tore from her as Nathan’s tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing and nipping at her lips, making her body tremble.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it as John’s hands slid beneath her dress, his rough fingertips stroking her sides and stomach. The sensations ignited a fire within her that burned out of control. Her body ached for more, every touch driving her deeper into the flames of lust.

Her mind raced as their hands explored her body. One of them unclasped her bra, drawing a gasp from her throat, though it was impossible to tell which of them had done it. There was no separation between their touches, only endless, overwhelming pleasure. Heat pulsed through her, spreading from her core as her body begged for more.

Nathan’s fingers found her nipples, tugging and twisting them with firm pressure, sending sharp waves of pleasured pain straight to her core. She knew it had to be Nathan; his touch was rougher, more demanding than John’s. Her body responded eagerly, wetness gathering between her legs as her pussy grew more sensitive with every stroke.

John quickly pulled her dress down, letting it pool at her feet, and discarded her bra. In her desperation, she reached for his shirt, yanking at it until buttons scattered across the floor, needing to feel his skin against hers. She was ravenous, consumed by a hunger that made no sense but that she couldn’t deny.

“Damn you,” she cried out, her voice filled with frustration and longing. She was furious—furious with him, with herself—because once he had touched her, she had been lost. His lips moved to her neck, trailing hot kisses over the sensitive skin as her body trembled beneath him. “I need you to fuck me now,” she gasped, her head falling back as the pleasure overtook her.

“We’ll decide when you get fucked,” Nathan growled in response. “Shut up and give me that kiss.”

His lips crashed over hers again, a fierce, hungry kiss that threatened to overwhelm her. Felicity barely noticed they were moving, her body drawn to them like a moth to a flame. The need inside her blazed, consuming her as they guided her toward the bed. Their hands roamed over her body, pulling off clothes, leaving her exposed and desperate for their touch.

John’s hand cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger gripping her nipple just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her. As her back arched in response, the tension between her thighs exploded into pure, unfiltered desire. Her body was soaked in lust, begging for their possession.

Her scalp tingled as John pulled her head back, his teeth grazing her neck and sending shivers down her spine. She moaned, her body screaming for more.

“John,” she whispered, her voice pleading, her skin burning beneath his touch.

“So fucking pretty,” Nathan rasped, his voice filled with raw desire. “I’ve been dying to taste those hard little nipples again.”

His head lowered, his breath warm against her sensitive skin, and when his tongue finally flicked over her nipple, the heat that surged through her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. His tongue teased and soothed, making her nipple harder and more sensitive.

“You taste like honey, Felicity,” Nathan growled. “And all I want is to eat you up.”

The playfulness and raw hunger in his voice sent a flood of need racing through her. She was lost to them now, consumed by the pleasure they could only give.

His body tensed under her touch as her fingers glided from his shoulders to his neck, tangling in his hair. The sensation of his tongue was an intoxicating mix of rough and smooth, sending waves of pleasure as it stroked over her most sensitive spot. When his tongue pressed harder, focusing on the delicate nerve endings, she arched closer, seeking more, craving more.

It wasn’t enough. She needed more pressure, more sensation, as she teetered on the edge of release. Suddenly, his teeth grazed and tugged at the taut peak, and a surge of electrifying pleasure shot through her, tightening in her core, sending pulses to her clit, and causing a warm rush to flood between her thighs.

She was swept into a whirlwind of increasing sensuality, the pleasure so intense that resisting it was impossible—and undesirable. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked the tipof her breast into his mouth, the heat of his suction traveling in pulses from her nipple to the throbbing bud between her legs.

With each pull of his mouth, the pressure built, every touch sending her spiraling deeper into a growing wave of ecstasy centered in her womb. She wanted him—every single stroke and every touch he could give her. As she rolled her hips against his thigh, rubbing her swollen clit against the rough fabric of his pants, the sensation escalated, pushing her toward a blinding crescendo of pleasure.

She was so close. Just the right touch, just a little more, and the explosive release would shatter any semblance of control she had left. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever known, and she was desperate for more.

“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty pussy again,” he growled, his voice a husky rasp that ignited a fresh wave of desire, tightening every sensation coursing through her body.

“Okay,” she gasped, barely able to contain herself as he gripped her hips, dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. With her thighs in his grasp, he positioned her while another pair of lips began teasing her breasts, demanding attention. His hand crept slowly, torturously, up her thigh toward the aching need between her legs.

Her clit was so sensitive that the slightest touch sent her trembling. She had never felt such desperate hunger for anyone. As his fingers neared her core, she arched toward him, unable to stop the moan that escaped as she anticipated his touch.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice rough with desperation as his fingers brushed the soft folds of her most sensitive area.

“Say it,” he commanded, teasing her with light strokes. “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I want…” Her words faltered into a moan as his teeth grazed her nipple before moving to the other, sucking it into his mouthwith the same fervor. She arched again, the teasing touch of his fingers driving her wild.

“I want... John, please!” she cried as Nathan’s fingers finally began to part her, circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes. The pressure built unbearably, and her need for release was overwhelming.

“Please!” she begged again, her body writhing under their relentless teasing.