Page 90 of Glass Hearts
“Okay.” He tosses me onto the bed. The other three princes enter the room, and the door clicks shut. The soft flicker of candlelight paints the walls in gold, casting long shadows that sway with each breath. Their hungry eyes look longingly at me. Part of me thinks I should be a bit fearful, yet all I can feel is pure lust and love.
“Do you, my Duchess, want us all to be your rakes tonight?” Gray asks as he unbuttons his shirt. The others remove their dress coats.
“Please,” is all I can muster to say.
I barely have time to blink before Archer is at my side, lifting my hand to his lips.
“You sure?” he murmurs against my knuckles, his breath a warm breeze that stirs something low in my belly.
I sit up as I nod. “I want all of you… tonight. I-I don’t know what comes next tomorrow, but I know I need this now.”
That’s all it takes.
Sylas is the first to move, his large hands slipping around my waist, grounding me, lifting me. His lips press to the curve of my neck, rough and tender all at once, while Koi comes up behind me, fingers already loosening the back of my dress ties with practiced ease. He leans in, mouth at my ear, voice like a tide pulling me under.
“You’re shaking, Sunshine,” he says, kissing the spot just below my jaw. “Let us worship and take care of you.”
Grayer is quiet, always the most intense, until his fire surges in his touch.
The dress falls away in a whisper of fabric, pooling at my feet.
Four pairs of eyes take me in. Not like I’m something to be devoured—but something sacred. Something theirs.
“Vixen,” Sylas growls, his hands now gripping my hips. “You are divine.”
My skin prickles with goosebumps as they close in around me. Archer kisses my collarbone, feather light, while Koi’s lips find the small of my back. Grayer takes my chin and brings my mouth to his, and everything else disappears.
The bed creaks as Sylas guides me backward, strong arms beneath my thighs. He lays me down like I’m something sacred.
Hands, so many hands, explore every inch of me. Callused palms. Cool fingertips.
I gasp as Koi trails kisses down my stomach, his mouth finding the heat between my thighs. His tongue moves with practiced precision, while Sylas holds my hands above my head, whispering how perfect I am, how they’ll always follow me.
Grayer’s mouth finds my breast, his fire barely held back as he groans against me.
Pleasure builds like a storm, boneless to all their gentle touches and kisses.
Koi doesn’t stop.
His mouth moves with devotion, tongue flicking and circling in rhythm that unravels me piece by piece. My thighs tremble, spread wide in his grip, and when he slips one finger, then two, inside me, curling just right. My back arches off the bed.
“Let go, Sunshine,” he whispers, mouth slick and reverent. “Come for me.”
And I do. With a cry muffled by Sylas’s mouth on mine, I shatter. My body jerks as the wave crests.
“Move over, fish,” Archer growls playfully, dragging Koi back by the shoulder so he can take his place between my legs. Hiseyes are molten, his chest rising with barely leashed restraint. “My turn.”
“Be gentle,” Grayer wickedly gleams, voice hoarse as he strokes my hair back from my damp forehead, his other hand palming his shaft. “She’s already trembling.”
“I’ll be whatever she needs me to be,” Archer murmurs, and then he’s guiding the thick head of his cock to my entrance.
The stretch is slow and deep.
I gasp, my fingers scrambling against the sheets as he fills me. Every inch of him feels like fire, licking at my insides, burning away fear and doubt. He stills, fully seated inside me, forehead pressed to mine.
“You feel like home,” he whispers. I kiss him, and he moves.
His thrusts start slow but purposeful. Controlled, intense. I clutch at his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as he drives into me with more force. His hand slips between us, rubbing my clit in time with every snap of his hips.
