Page 181 of Holy Hearts
He exhales slowly, his broad shoulders rising and falling in steady rhythm as he settles onto his hands and knees in the center of the bed. I watch the subtle shift in his body, the way his fingers flex into the sheets, gripping them like they might anchor him to something solid.
I climb behind him, deliberately slow, letting the mattress dip beneath my weight. My hands skim up the strong lines of his back, fingertips ghosting over his spine. His skin is warm, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and when I rake my nails lightly across his shoulders, I don’t miss the way goosebumps rise in my wake. He’s bracing himself—not just for me, but forthe way this is shifting something inside of him. I drag my hand down his spine, pressing firmly, urging him to relax.
“You don’t have to hold onto control so tightly,” I whisper against the nape of his neck, pressing a kiss there. “You can let go with us.”
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, like he’s mulling my words over.
I reach for the lube on the nightstand, coating my fingers, and run my free hand over the dip of his lower back, tracing slow circles. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, voice low and steady. “Okay?”
A beat of silence, then a clipped nod.
He exhales sharply, his head falling forward as I move one finger between his arse cheeks, trying to stay patient. I press a single, slick finger against his tight entrance, teasing, not pushing inside just yet. He inhales sharply, his body going rigid beneath my touch.Sophie crawls on her knees until she’s right in front of him. She runs her hands through his hair, and his whole body shakes at the contact.
Something shifts in his expression—uncertainty, pride, need, all tangled together. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. Then, finally, he exhales and lets his body go slack.
That’s my cue.
I press my finger inside him, slow and patient, easing past the tight ring of muscle. The sound that leaves his mouth is nearly a growl, low and breathy, more surprised than pained. His knuckles tighten around the sheets, and I feel him fighting the urge to tense up again.
“That’s it,” I murmur, rubbing soothing circles against his hip with my free hand. “Relax, Kai. Let me take care of you.”
Kai’s head drops forward, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he focuses on his breathing. His body trembles, fighting the urge to resist. When I twist my finger, stretching him gently, heshudders so violently that Sophie has to steady him with both hands.
“Shit,” he exhales, voice wrecked. “That feels?—”
“Good?” I ask, adding a second finger before he can second-guess himself.
He doesn’t answer, but the way his body jerks tells me everything I need to know.
Sophie leans in, her lips brushing against his cheek. “Julian’s got you,” she whispers. “I’ve got you. Just let us do this for you.”
His breath is ragged now, his muscles twitching as I scissor my fingers, loosening him. I feel the moment his resistance crumbles, the moment he stops trying to hold onto control and just lets himself feel. His thighs shake, and his back bows slightly as he pushes back, taking my fingers deeper.
“There we go,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his lower back. “Look at you, taking it so well.”
He huffs out something that sounds like a curse, but it’s breathless, broken, barely there.
When I curl my fingers inside him, searching for that perfect spot, his entire body jolts, his hips snapping forward involuntarily. Sophie grins, smoothing her hands over his trembling thighs.
“Oh, you like that,” she teases, her voice thick with amusement.
Kai groans, dropping his forehead onto Sophie’s shoulder. “Shut up.”
I smirk, brushing my lips against his hip. “You’re in no position to be making demands, Ravage.”
He mutters something under his breath, but his hips push back against my hand again, and I can’t help but grin.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I whisper, my voice dipping lower. “Completely undone for us.”
His breath stutters, and I swear I hear him curse again, but this time, there’s no fight left in it.
There’s just need.
“Sophie,” I say softly.
She orients herself so that her back is pressed to his chest. “Fuck me again, Kai,” she says, craning her neck and looking back at him.
My fingers are still inside of him as he pushes her down in front of him, lifting her arse to his pelvis and lining his weeping cock up with her cunt.
