Page 35 of Daddies of the Underworld

“I…I can’t.” I wanted to. God I wanted to.

“You can.” He released my hands, moving them to his thighs. “Give in, Nina. Let the pleasure take you.”

Fuck. I gripped his thighs like my life depended on it.

He was warm and solid behind me while Luca did wicked, marvelous things with his tongue.

My hips bucked of their own accord, pushing down on his fingers and his face. He gave a groan of approval and curled his fingers.

I broke into a million pieces.

Pleasure hit so hard my body bowed.

Dante anchored my weight, letting me take and take from the pleasure Luca offered.

For a moment, I existed as nothing more than sensation. Heat and desire were all that mattered. The wave of pleasure crested, and I cried out again.

Luca sat back, wiping his thumb across his mouth and licking his lips while looking far too pleased with himself.

Dante lifted me before my legs gave out entirely and carried me to the bed. The sheets were cool against my back. I watched, dazed, as the three of them undressed.

Luca was all golden skin and lean muscle. I’d seen Dante already, but he was no less impressive this time with his broad shoulders and leashed power.

Matteo undressed with lethal calm, each movement precise. “Dante, there are condoms in the side drawer.”

“No.” I managed to prop up on my elbows. “You don’t have to. I’m protected.”

Matteo rested his hands on his bare hips, his erection standing tall and proud. Then, he smiled, and it was the single-most beautiful look in the world. “As you wish.”

They crawled into bed with me.

Dante kissed me, his lips firm and rough enough to make the room tilt.

Luca sucked a nipple into his mouth, then scraped his teeth over my skin until I arched between them.

Matteo moved between my legs, running his hands up and down my thighs, then to my clit.

Too many hands. Not enough.

Dante’s fingers in my hair.

Luca’s lips sending fire along my skin. Matteo’s hand between my legs, stroking and teasing through the wet heat Luca had created.

“Ready?” Matteo asked.

I nodded.

His hand stilled. “Words, Nina.”

These men and their words. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Matteo moved between my thighs.

Dante shifted behind me, pulling me back against his chest so I was half sitting, my legs held open and supported.

Luca stretched beside me, kissing my shoulder, my cheek, my lips.

Matteo pressed into me slowly…so slowly.