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“Of you? Always.”
He smiles back, cocking an eyebrow. “Good fucking answer.”
I reach for him, and he leans over me and kisses me thoroughly. When we break apart, his hands are gentle as he rolls me over and draws me up to my hands and knees. He teases me with his cock for a few minutes, giving me a chance to recover a little as he slides through my wet folds.
He’s so close, his cock so near to breaching my entrance every time he moves his hips. It doesn’t take long before I’m arching my back and pressing my ass back toward him, begging him silently for more.
Running a hand down my spine, he lets out a low groan. His hands grab my ass cheeks, kneading and massaging the flesh, and I look up as he begins to press slowly into me, desperate to find a pair of gray eyes.
Ciro kneels a little way away on the bed, watching us, his gaze fixed on me as he strokes himself. I lick my lips, mewling softly as Lucas bottoms out inside me.
“Ciro,” I whisper. “Can I…?”
He swallows, then nods, moving closer as he holds my gaze. Lucas continues to fuck me from behind as I lean forward and wrap my lips around Ciro’s cock, taking over as he releases it from his grasp. Trusting the two of them to keep me steady, I hollow my cheeks and take as much of him in as I can, loving the tortured groan that spills from his lips.
I’ve only done this to him once before, and I love it as much this time as I did then. The look on his face is so fiercely beautiful that I can’t tear my gaze away, watching him through my eyelashes as I suck his cock.
After watching what Hale and Zaid did to me, I think he was close to the edge already. When he pulses and swells in my mouth, I suck him harder, running my tongue up and down his length and swallowing when he hits the back of my throat.
“Grace.” He grunts my name as he grabs a fistful of my hair, his hips jerking as he floods my mouth with cum. “Fuck, sunshine. Oh, fuck…”
My stomach clenches at the sound of that name. He called me that once before, and hearing him repeat it makes something in my heart crack open wide, spilling warmth through my chest. Lifting one hand, I grab his ass, swallowing every bit of his release as Lucas curses behind me.
Ciro pulls out of my mouth at the same time Lucas’s fingers find my clit, and the two of us fall over the cliff together, grinding and moaning as we both come hard.
My arms give out, but Lucas catches me, wrapping his arm around me before we both sink down to the mattress. He slides out of me, and a gush of cum spills down my thigh.
I’m sticky and sweaty, so exhausted and sated that I can barely keep my eyes open. I lost track of where everyone was during the middle of things, but in the aftermath, I can feel all of my men. They move closer to me, all finding a way touch me somehow—to remind me of their presence, of the connection between us.
My eyes slip closed, and I doze contentedly for a while. At some point, one of them gets up and grabs a few towels, and they clean up a little. I murmur something when I feel warm hands on my thighs, a wet cloth wiping up the cum that coats my skin.
“Shh, princess.” Lucas kisses my temple. “We’ve got you. Just sleep.”
I do sleep.
I sleep better and harder than I have in weeks, surrounded by the four men I love. The four men who are mine as much as I am theirs.
When I wake up again, it’s barely light out, probably just before dawn. I’m not quite sure why I’m awake, and I roll over, planning to go back to sleep, when something draws my attention.
Blinking my eyes into focus, I lift my head a little and gaze across the room.
Ciro is sitting in the chair where I found him when I woke up the other morning, his posture relaxed and his legs stretched out in front of him. At first, I think he’s asleep just like the other men who surround me on the bed, but when he moves his head a little, I catch the glint of his eyes in the dim light.
Careful not to wake the others, I slide off the bed. I’m still naked, and so are all the men. I have a feeling everyone passed out quickly after our little orgy.
But did Ciro?
Or did he escape to the chair as soon as everyone was asleep, keeping himself separate to make sure he wouldn’t hurt any of us?
My heart aches a little at the thought, but I try not to let myself dwell on that pain. He’s changed so much in the time I’ve known him, done so much to beat back his demons. It’s a process, a constant battle, and not something that can be solved with the snap of a finger.
“Ciro?” I whisper as I pad toward him. “Are you okay?”
He nods, watching me as I approach, his gaze trained on me. He’s still naked too, and he looks like some kind of beautiful predator, wild and dangerous.
“Do you still not trust yourself?” I ask, keeping my voice soft. “Is that why you came over here?”
“No, that’s not it.” He shakes his head, then stops, considering. “Well, not the only reason. I’m getting better. I haven’t had as many bad nights lately.” He shrugs. “I just wanted to look.”
