Page 32 of His Dark Cravings

"I-I want," I whisper, my voice hoarse and raw. "I want..."

Lila. Fuck, I want Lila.

I can't finish the sentence, but Lila seems to understand. Her hand slides lower, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I gasp as she glides over my soaked cunt.

"You're so wet," she murmurs, her breath hot against my nipple. "So ready for me."

I can't deny it. My body is on fire. I want her to touch me, to take me to the edge and push me over. I want to feel her mouth on me, tasting me, driving me wild.

Lila's fingers slip over my clit, circling. I arch my back, my hips bucking involuntarily against the ropes.

"Please," I beg, my voice a strangled whisper. "Please touch me. Don't stop touching me."

With a soft laugh, Lila finally pulls back and grants my wish. She pushes my panties to the side, baring me to her hungry gaze. Her tongue teases me, tracing slow circles around my clit. I moan, my body trembling as she tastes me, lapping at my juices like a starving woman. Her fingers slide inside me, curling just right, and I cry out, my back arching as a bolt of pleasure shoots through me.

"That's it, Everly," Xavier encourages, his voice hoarse. "Let go. Give in to the pleasure."

Lila's mouth is relentless, her tongue flicking and teasing, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I start to lose track of Xavier's presence, of his eyes on me—all I can focus on is the building sensation coiling tight within me.

"Come for me, Everly," Lila whispers, her mouth never leaving its task. "Let me feel you come."

I suck in a hungry breath at the request. And I don't hear Xavier object.

My body explodes in a rush of pleasure so intense it leaves me breathless. I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the dungeon as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. It's like nothing I've ever experienced, a release so powerful it leaves me shaking. And Lila doesn't stop, riding it out with me, lapping at me and moaning with shared pleasure.

Fuck, it's too much.

But just as I finish that thought, Xavier is there, untying the ropes, setting me free. I'm gasping for breath, feeling so weak as he works. I can barely hold myself up. When the rope slackens, I fall into his arms, my body still trembling, and he holds me close, his hands gentle on my back.

"You did so well, Everly," he murmurs, his voice soft and full of praise. "So beautifully done."

I focus only on his words, not what Lila's doing or what I must look like. No, I burrow into Xavier, my hands clinging to his powerful frame. I feel light, as if I could float away, but Xavier's arms around me ground me, keeping me tethered to the earth. The pain and pleasure of the evening blend together, leaving me with a sense of satisfaction I've never known before.

I did it. I faced my fears, my desires, and I didn't break.

And in this moment, all I want is to stay right here, in Xavier's arms.

Chapter 11

Everly

The smell of soap and fresh linens fills my nostrils as I scrub a particularly stubborn stain out of a donated shirt. My mind, however, is a million miles away. The pristine, controlled chaos of Ember’s Glow—a place where hope and healing are rebuilt brick by brick—couldn’t feel farther from the carnal, messy transaction that happened in Xavier’s dungeon last night.

Max walks by, humming a jaunty tune, and shoots me a sunny smile. He always feels like a balm, but today, he's more like a slap. How can I even look at him after what I did? After what I let happen?

Yesterday, I had my first with a woman. It was my first time letting someone as wild and untamed as Lila touch me like that. And Xavier was there, too. His voice, low and encouraging, pushed me into a corner where I didn’t know who was in control anymore. He whispered praises, but his eyes—that look they had, like he was cataloging every shiver and gasp—left me feeling both violated and adored.

I glance around nervously, half-expecting Xavier or Lila to materialize out of thin air. A shiver runs through me at the thought. After last night, would they just pick up like it never happened? The nonchalance of it all makes my stomach churn, but the idea of seeing them again—of seeing either of them—doesn’t fill me with dread. It evokes another feeling entirely. Curiosity? Or hunger? I don’t know.

Max waves at me, breaking the thread of my thoughts.

“Hey, Everly,” he calls, leaning against the doorway. “You okay? You’ve been zoning out all morning.”

I force a smile, mentally berating myself for being such a mess. “Yeah, just, uh, thinking about some new programs we can run here.”

He nods, neutrally polite, but his brow furrows slightly, like he suspects something. “Need help planning? I’d love to get more involved.”

His enthusiasm is usually admirable, but today it only makes me feel more like a fraud. Max is naïve, sure, but he’s good. How can I explain to him that last night I was tied up and let a woman touch me in ways I’ve never imagined?

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