Page 105 of Six of Hearts
"So beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
Then I was completely filled, completely claimed, completely theirs. They found a rhythm, and all I could do was hold on and take it, but I'd never felt more loved, more cherished, moreseen.
"Look at her," Liam said, and his voice was full of wonder.
"Taking three cocks like she was made for it.”
"She was," Ronan said. "She was made for us. Our perfect girl."
The pleasure built impossibly fast, my body overwhelmed by sensation. When I came, it was violent and sudden, my whole body convulsing around them.
"That's one," Gabriel said, pulling out of my mouth and immediately kissing me deeply.
"We're going to make you come until you can't remember your own name. But we're going to take care of you the whole time. I promise.”
They switched positions, passing me between them, but every transition came with check-ins, with gentle touches, with whispered endearments mixed in with the crude commands.
Ethan took me next, bending me over the arm of the couch. His hand rubbed my ass gently before the first spank landed.
“Colour?" he asked.
"Green. Please."
He spanked me hard, and the sting was perfect. "Count for me, baby."
"One," I gasped.
Another slap, then his hand soothing the mark. "Two."
By the time he reached ten, I was sobbing with need, and when he finally fucked me, it was rough and fast and exactly what I needed. But his hand stayed gentle in my hair, and he kept whispering, "I've got you. I've got you, baby.”
Liam was gentler but no less intense, laying me back on the couch and hooking my legs over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half as he drove into me. The angle was devastating, hitting something deep inside that made me scream.
"There it is," he said with satisfaction, but then he slowed down, his hand coming to cup my face.
"You're so perfect. So fucking perfect for us." Then he kissed me deeply before picking up the pace again.
"Right there, baby. I'm going to make you come on my cock.”
He pounded that spot relentlessly until I came again, my vision whiting out, and through it all he kept his eyes locked on mine, kept whispering how much he loved me.
Outside, the storm had arrived. Rain lashed against the windows, and thunder rolled across the sky. It matched the tempest inside, the primal claiming happening in this beautiful house.
They took me on every surface—the couch, the floor, against the windows where anyone could have seen if there had been anyone around to see.
They marked me with their hands and mouths, leaving bruises on my hips, my thighs, my throat. Evidence of their possession. But after every mark, someone kissed it, soothed it, whispered how beautiful I was.
At some point, we made it upstairs to the master bedroom. The bed was enormous, and they used every inch of it.
Ronan tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, but he kissed each wrist first, his eyes searching mine.
"This okay?"
"Yes. Please."
Then he ate me out until I was begging, my hips bucking against his face. When he finally fucked me, it was slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine.
"You're ours," he said, and his voice cracked slightly. "Say it."
