Page 106 of Six of Hearts
"I'm yours," I gasped. "All of yours. I love you. I love all of you."
"Forever," he demanded, but it was a plea.
"Forever," I promised.
He kissed me then, deep and desperate, and I could taste my own arousal on his lips mixed with something that tasted like devotion.
Gabriel took me from behind while I sucked Noah's cock, both of them using me hard. But Gabriel's hand stayed gentle on my hip, and Noah kept brushing my hair back from my face, kept telling me how good I was, how much he loved me.
When they came, it was almost simultaneous, filling me at both ends, and the feeling of being claimed so completely made me come again, shaking apart between them.
I lost track of time, lost track of how many times I came, lost track of everything except the feeling of being thoroughly, completely claimed by the men I loved. But through it all, they never stopped checking on me, never stopped mixing the rough with the tender, never let me forget that this was about love as much as it was about lust.
Finally, when we were all spent and exhausted, they untied my wrists carefully. Ronan massaged them gently while Julian went to get water and a warm washcloth.
"How do you feel?" Noah asked softly, brushing hair back from my face.
"Really. We were pretty rough."
"Perfect," I murmured.
"Sore, but perfect."
"Let us see," Gabriel said, and they examined every mark they'd left, every bruise forming on my skin. Liam got lotion and they took turns rubbing it into the sore spots, their touches reverent now.
"You're incredible," Ethan said, kissing a bruise on my hip.
"You know that?”
Julian returned with water, and they made me drink the whole glass before he gently cleaned me up with the warm cloth, his touch so tender it made my eyes sting.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?" Ronan asked.
"For this. For making me feel so loved even when you're being rough. For checking on me. For taking care of me."
"Always," Noah said, pulling me against his chest. "We'll always take care of you."
The others arranged themselves around us, a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs. My body ached in the best way—sore and used and satisfied and cherished.
"The storm's passing," Liam observed, looking out the window.
"Ours is just getting started," Gabriel said with a wicked grin, but his hand was gentle as it stroked my arm.
"We have two more days here."
I groaned, but I was smiling.
"You're going to kill me."
"Never," Ronan said seriously.
"We're going to love you. There's a difference.”
"What a way to go though," I teased, and everyone laughed.
As I drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the men who owned every piece of me but treated each piece like it was precious, I felt completely at peace. This was what I'd been missing my whole life—this intensity, this passion, this absolute certainty that I was exactly where I belonged. The roughness and the tenderness weren't separate things—they were two sides of the same coin, two ways of showing love.
Tomorrow, they'd probably wreck me all over again.
And then they'd put me back together with gentle hands and whispered promises.
I couldn't wait.
