Page 693 of Coal Hearts

All I focused on was Henri’s eyes.

His smoky tortured eyes.

Our souls entwined like always.

Our minds synced.

My body opened.

My breathing came faster, shallower as he increased his pace. Mimicking the action of sex, he made me rock in his tight hold.

Come for me, Ily. His gaze dropped to my mouth. Come.

I flung myself into the pleasure.

This wasn’t just about us.

If I came first, the other jewels would be safe and—

“Long enough!” Victor barked, “Move it along, everyone.”

“Fucking hell,” Henri snarled.

I was close, but...not close enough.

I tried to fall.

I considered faking it.

Peter grunted beside me as another Master jerked him off.

His eyes met mine.

I fell into my friend as well as my lover.

And Henri noticed.

His touch turned violent.

A growl echoed in his chest.

And his teeth clamped into my throat, sinking hard, deep—

Peter grabbed my hand.

Henri thrust into me, Peter squeezed me, and...I shattered.

I cried out as the first ripple crashed like lightning.

Henri’s teeth punctured harder, delivering that maddening pain and slick release of blood.

I couldn’t stop it.

The intensity.

The primordial reaction of succumbing.

I came.