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Mal moans, head tipping back against the headboard.“Fuck, baby, look at you.”
I can barely breathe.My ass is stretched around him, full to the brim.My body pulses, walls clenching from the stretch and the leftover tremors of my orgasm.When I finally bottom out, my whole-body shudders—tight, overwhelmed, but so good.
Cassian watches me from the foot of the bed, eyes full of fire.
“Stay just like that,” he murmurs.“Keep him deep while I slide in.”
I whimper, gripping Mal’s shoulders, and Cass moves closer.His hands slide up my thighs—possessive, reverent.He kisses me once, hot and slow, then lines himself up to my pussy.
I’m so wet.So ready.
He pushes his cock thick and hot and smooth as he stretches me open all over again.My breath leaves me in a sharp, broken gasp.
Cass groans as he sinks deeper.“Fuck.”
Mal lets out a strangled sound beneath me.“She’s fucking squeezing me.”
Cassian finally bottoms out, his hips flush to mine.And I’m completely full—sandwiched between them, Mal deep in my ass, Cass buried inside me.My entire body hums.Shakes.Burns with it.
I can't move.I don't want to move.
Because this—this right here—is everything I never knew I needed.
And they’re not even moving yet.
ChapterSixty-Four
Malerick
She’son top of me, and I’m already gone.
Her ass grips me like a fucking vice, slick and tight, and I don’t know how I’m breathing.Her body’s shaking, her thighs trembling where they straddle my hips, but she took every inch of me—slow, so damn slow—and it wrecked me.
And then Cass pressed into her pussy.
I watched it happen.Watched her stretch for him, her slick folds parting around him inch by inch while she stayed rooted on my cock, the three of us locked together like we were made for this.And now—we’re not moving.Not yet.
We’re inside her.
Together.
I feel it.
I feel him—Cassian’s cock pressing through the thin wall inside her, so close I swear I can feel the ridges of him against my length through her.It’s fucking maddening.Hot and overwhelming and intimate in a way I wasn’t prepared for.We’ve been together like this before, yet it’s never been like this.
Cass locks eyes with me over her shoulder.
“You good?”he rasps, breath shaky, hand splayed on her lower back.
I nod, swallowing thickly.“Yeah.”
But it’s not just good.
It’s fucking everything.
Lilah’s trembling between us, her face buried in Cass’s neck, whimpering with every twitch of her body.His hand trails slowly up her spine, grounding her with every inch, while I press a kiss to her shoulder from behind—soft, reverent, trying to hold myself back even as every part of me aches to move.
“Move with me,” I say—because we need to do this right.No rush.Nothing reckless.Just us.The three of us.In sync.
