One Dirty Night

“Jesus Christ.” Nuzzling his face in the crease of my throat, he licked me, then bit me. “You’re so wet. From me. From him. So fucking wet.”

I struggled to breathe as I stood there, head swimming, body singing. Rivulets of cum ran down my inner thigh. Mine, Nick’s, Hunter’s.

My nerve endings didn’t know how to survive this new ruling.

I’d been fucked into oblivion, yet I had to endure more.

Strung up like a sacrifice.

Consumed like an offering to some deranged god.

“Nick…I-I can’t. I’m—”

“Please.” He stood tall, holding himself still but twitching inside me. “I need you, Ella. I need to come inside you one last time. To erase him. To ensure it’s me you feel. Only me.”

Not waiting for my reply, he ducked his head and kissed me.

As he took my mouth, he took my body.

One hand caressed my waist while the other cupped my face. I expected him to drive into me as hard and as fast as before. I braced against such a rutting, not sure I would survive it.

But he surprised me by trading savage for seduction.

He rocked into me with soft, deep reverent strokes.

He fed me every inch of himself as if it was his heart he gave me and not just his body.

Steady and sweet, worshipping and wanton, touching my soul with every unspoken prayer.

My skin prickled as Hunter shifted to kneel beside me on the bed. He ran his hand through my hair and whispered into my ear. “Let him love you, little witch. Let him break himself because that’s what he’s doing.”

I opened my eyes.

I kissed Nicholas back as he made love to me.

And I nodded at Hunter as he sat back and watched the show.

I lost all sense of time as I closed my eyes again and sank into Nick’s spell.

I let him direct me. Allowed him to tug my hips forward so he could angle a little deeper. I moaned as he dropped his hand and rubbed my clit. I gasped as he sucked on my tongue and kissed me with respect and homage.

My body reacted.

Quieter this time.

Billowy and feathery, no longer able to reach those excruciating heights of delirium. This new spindling was gentle. Satiny and silky as Nick’s cock slid in and out in the slowest, softest rhythm, gradually replacing the shared pleasures of the three of us with just him.

Every thrust, he invaded my heart.

Every kiss, he made me trip a little more.

He ran his hand up my leg still hitched over his hip, fondling me as if I belonged to him.

I’d been fucked multiple times tonight. I’d had sex with other men before today. But until that moment, I’d never known the difference between the act of sex and the art of making love.

Nick moaned into my mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed up my body, skating his fingers over my nipples before his palms locked around my wrists, still tethered to the hook on the four-poster bed.

I waited for him to release me.