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Oh, I want to, but it’s no use. My body tenses under Magnar’s assault, and I realize with a jolt how depraved it is to have one man between my legs while I look into another’s eyes. I am so dirty, and it makes me feel boiling hot.
“Do it with me,” Raduna coaxes. “I’ll help you. Take a long breath, deep into your belly.”
He inhales slowly, his nostrils flaring, and I mimic him until my belly grows big with air. My body expands downward, and I feel how it relaxes.
Magnar’s finger slips in, and I clench instantly, crying out.
“Very good,” Raduna praises me. “Let’s try it again. You’ll feel more pleasure when you let it flow through you. Breathe with me. You’re doing so well.”
I gaze into his eyes, desperate for that comfort, and obey. My breaths are shaky but deep, and when I soften and Magnar moves within me, I stay relaxed. Raduna praises me continuously, his instruction helping me far more than the breathing.
When Magnar adds another finger, the stretch is almost pleasant, and soon, I move with him, every private part of me tingling from his touch and hot tongue.
“Breathe now, my queen. Don’t hold your breath,” Raduna murmurs, his fingers in my hair, gently stroking. “Beautiful. Feeleverything he does. No need to think about anything else. Simply listen to my voice. Exhale slowly. Let it build. Let it… A moment longer…”
I come with a silent cry, pleasure rolling through me in violent, all-encompassing waves. My thoughts disappear, and all I am is a body, one that’s taken care of with love and devotion, held safely.
My eyes are still locked on Raduna’s when Magnar slides up my body. When he pushes in my pussy, it hurts, but not as much as before. I flail out with my hand, and someone grasps it in his. I look down. It’s Khay.
“Breathe again, just like before,” Raduna says in a smooth, lulling cadence. “Let your husband in. He’s going slowly now, see? Waiting for you to relax. Take a deep breath.”
I do, and Magnar gasps when I relax. His length pushes further inside, and I gulp in another breath, fighting my body’s urge to tighten until he’s seated deep, shaking on top of me, stomach muscles hard with tension.
“Better now, pet?” he asks.
I look up, just managing to see his face when he rises high on his arms. It might be all the air I’m breathing, or maybe something else, but I feel kind of loopy. I can’t hold back a wide, happy smile.
“Yes. Welcome inside me, husband.”
He smiles, too, pulling back a little before he slides deeper.
“Thank you for having me, wife.”
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I grip Khay’s hand tighter when Magnar moves. His body is a wonder above me, muscles tight and sculpted. He keeps himself raised high for my benefit, so I see his face. His expression soon turns violent, those vicious, throat-ripping teeth bared in a snarl, eyes tight and narrowed. I know he’s not angry with me. It’s the passion overriding his manners, pulling out the beast, and…
And…
He's beautiful. It’s the first time I admit it fully. Not just not-disgusting. Not just pretty because of his hair.
Magnar is, well, magnificent.
“Ow.” I cringe when he thrusts too fast, too deep, and my insides bloom with pain.
“Fuck. Sorry. The knob won’t go in, and I’m dying to have you swallow me whole.”
He stops, panting, and I slowly raise my free hand to his side. His skin is hot and smooth, ribs hard, muscles dancing with every breath. He shakes his head as if to clear it and pulls out. I gasp in protest, because I don’t want this to be over.
“I’ll go right back in,” he murmurs. “Just need to kiss you.”
He cups my breast in his palm and feasts on my lips, tongue plunging deep. His erection slides against my thigh, hard and wet,and he groans into my mouth. I hesitate, but he’s my husband, isn’t he? I have a right to touch him, too.
So I stroke down the heaving expanse of his back, marveling at the smooth skin, the masculine broadness, the chiseled shape. Khay lets go of my hand with a whispered command.
“That’s it. Touch your beautiful husband, little diamond. He needs a woman’s hand.”
Magnar grunts but doesn’t stop kissing me, and I stroke his back with both hands, then trail them lower, reaching as far as I can. Magnar pulls back from the kiss and looks at me with heated eyes.
