Page 22 of The Possession

I nearly blacked out, but Master Ian’s grasp in my hair tightened, forcing me to focus, to remember the cock I hadinside my mouth.

He drove into me, taking his pleasure over my tongue.

Master Declan pumped up into me in time with the shock waves obliterating my sex.

And Master Luka fucked my ass as if his life depended on this very moment for survival.

Maybe it did.

I felt used.

Abused.

Full.

They were taking me as hard as they could, savagely destroying me for any other man, and dragging the rapture from my veins.

Master Ian erupted first, his cum a liquid balm to the back of my throat, grounding me just long enough for me to find purpose.

Then the hum against my slick flesh escalated, and my entire world shattered in a cataclysm of color and sound.

Growls echoed around me.

My name resembled a prayer.

The worldtrembled.

And euphoria unlike anything I’d ever experienced stole the life from my lungs.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even cry. I was frozen on the precipice of intensity, dangling by a thread of reality, and falling headfirst into a pool of dark, hazardous oblivion.

Every part of me shook with our joint releases.

Cum dribbled from my lips, Master Ian’s explosion too much for me to swallow before my own hit.

Semen bathed my insides.

The men were replete, leaving my body fragmented between them.

I blinked once. Twice. My head lolling back against Master Luka’s shoulder. His arms came around me, his breath hotagainst my ear. “I have you,” he vowed.

I believed him.

Which was why I allowed myself to succumb to the inky abyss awaiting me, my mind shutting down from the chaos of the last few hours.

They’d destroyed me.

In the best way.

Ever.

Luka

I cradledmy sweet Savannah against my chest, her body limp in my arms.

“You think she’ll be able to walk on Saturday?” Ian asked, arching a brow. He was fully dressed and showered, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Yeah, she’ll recover a little by then,” Declan replied, eyeing the sleeping beauty in my arms as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel against his damp head. “But she’ll be feeling us every step of the way down that aisle.”

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