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Caelan blew kisses down her body, worshiping her with his lips and tongue. When he latched onto her nipple, Elizabeth’s body arched up, and she cried out in wonder and delight. She swore she could feel his suckling, not just on her pebbled peak, but down in the throbbing nubbin at the juncture of her thighs and her pussy beyond.
He inched down her body, whispering kisses, licking and sucking as he went. He parted her thighs, lifting a leg over each shoulder, placing her molten core right in his face. She tried to close her legs, but he had himself wedged between them. She knew the tissue around her opening was slick and swollen from arousal. Caelan lightly stroked a finger across it. He lowered his head, nuzzling her pussy.
She heard a whimper and realized it was coming from her. She wasn’t in pain. She’d never felt like this, so alive and connected to all things—but mostly to these two men… her husbands. The little pearl between her legs was practically throbbing.
Caelan nipped it before latching on and sucking.
Elizabeth tried to arch her body up but was held firmly in place by Gavan. Her legs stayed in place, but her body trembled all over.
Caelan looked up at her before slowly, deliberately lowering his mouth to her. She could feel his heat, feel his breath. He sucked in her small nubbin, suckling for a moment before trailing his tongue down to her virgin sheath. His tongue slid around, gathering every bit of her honey that had dribbled out. He drove his tongue up inside her, and the fireworks that Gavan had produced back in the jail cell returned, brighter than the Fourth of July.
Looking past her to Gavan, he said, “She’s well primed, Gav. She’s slick from the honey she’s already produced. I don’t know about you, but I’m near to dying with the want of her.”
“Aye, Cae. Let’s switch places for a bit, while I make her ours first and, then, ye can ease your need in her sweet cunny. Can’t he, love?”
Elizabeth couldn’t speak, only nod.
Gavan gently swapped places with Caelan, who lay back against the pillows before bringing her to rest against his chest. Elizabeth felt a little like a sacrifice to some ancient god, naked and spread out before them, but she also felt her own power. These two strong, virile men wanted her to be their bride, wanted to share a life with her. An unconventional one, no doubt, but, still, Caelan had said they would never have let her hang and, instinctively, she knew it to be true.
The only thing in life that mattered now was pleasing these men, her husbands, so they would continue this delicious torture. She may have been unsure or even reluctant when they started, but now she knew she was made for them—as they had been made for her. Her body trembled as Gavan stroked her. The quivering became shaking as she lost touch with any reality other than the one they had created.
She needed, wanted, more. Reaching up to cup Gavan’s head with one hand, she reached back to touch Caelan, as well, and felt his fingers lace through hers as he brought them up to kiss them. She brought Caelan’s hand down and clasped it to her breast, crying out when Gavan nipped the distended tip, refocusing her on him.
He latched on tightly as he flicked his tongue against it.
Elizabeth wriggled and squirmed, not to get away, but to draw him closer and encourage a more intimate touch. Their combined groaning emboldened and enraptured her. Placing her hand over his as Gavan stroked her; she encouraged him to do so more deeply and purred in cat-like satisfaction when he did.
Elizabeth bowed her back, shoving her mons against his hand. Her body shuddered in ecstasy as every synapse fired and pleasure exploded throughout her body. Never had anything felt so right and so marvelous. She had never believed that Paradise existed on Earth, but now believed it was to be had and embraced. His hardened length lay trapped between them, and her sheath pulsed in the same rhythm as his shaft.
“Gavan,” she cried in wondered rapture, clinging to him with one hand and squeezing Caelan’s thigh with the other.
Gavan removed his hand from between her legs as he rolled more fully on top of her.
Elizabeth realized he meant now to take her virginity. She struggled, momentarily frightened until she heard Caelan at her back, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her ear lobe, whispering words of love, sex, and encouragement. Still, Elizabeth tried to move from underneath him.
“Nay, lass.” Gavan crooned. “Ye didna want to deny me. I am yer husband, and ‘tis my right to claim ye. It’ll be all right, Lizzie, give yourself to me, to us. Let us show you what it is to be well and truly loved. Ye want this, don’t ye, Lizzie?”
She nodded and knew it was true. If this made her a wanton, then a wanton was what she wanted to be.
Before she
could change her mind, Gavan’s mouth descended, capturing hers, his tongue beginning a seductive dance within.
She squirmed beneath him, not sure if she wanted what was to come, knowing there was no retreat and that she didn’t truly want one.
He settled himself more firmly between her thighs.
Caelan reached between them and caught some of the slick wet that her earlier orgasm had produced in abundance. He brought it up and rubbed her clit in circular motions, rumbling to her as she felt the head of Gavan’s staff probing for the entrance to her wet heat.
Elizabeth mewled in need. The ticklish sensations began all over again but, this time, she burned like a wildfire had been lit within her and now raced out of control throughout her entire being.
Gavan kissed her relentlessly, making it difficult to focus on anything other than pleasing him and listening to every fiber of her being that cried out for him to claim her fully. She let him slip his hands underneath her, his palms gripping her hips while his fingers gently held her buttocks. She grimaced slightly from the residual effects of the spanking he’d given her before their wedding.
She looked to see him staring at her intently. “Yay or nay, Lizzie?”
She nodded. Steadying her, he kissed her passionately as he drove his cock powerfully up into her, stretching her entrance, shattering the delicate tissue that had kept her a maid, and seating himself fully within her.
Elizabeth screamed into his mouth. She was unprepared for the pain that erupted as he destroyed her maidenhead.
