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The room spins as they slowly pull out of me, leaving me empty but sated. I’m boneless as they lay me down on the bed, but the Duke hasn’t had his turn yet, and I know exactly where he is going to go. As his fingers delve into my pussy to use the other’s men’s cum as lube, he presses his fingers to my rear hole, stretching me, preparing me for him. I shiver, the sensation new and unnerving yet tinged with an excitement that’s impossible to deny.
“You’re ready,” he murmurs after a few moments, his voice a low growl.
I nod, unable to find words, my breath hitched in my throat as he positions himself at my ass.
The pressure is intense as he begins to push inside, inch by relentless inch, and a low moan escapes my lips, a sound born of both discomfort and desire. His hands are firm on my hips, steadying me, claiming me as he pulls my hips back.
Focusing on the feeling of fullness, the stretch that seems to touch something profound in my soul, I cry out. It’s almost too much, but then Alistair pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. His fingers tenderly stroke my clit, reigniting the embers of arousal that had begun to settle in the aftermath of my earlier orgasms.
I’m practically panting now, each breath a shaky endeavour as Damien leans forward to brush his lips against mine. The dual sensation of his kiss and Alistair’s cock in my ass fractures my composure.
“You belong to us,” Alistair whispers with a slow withdrawal followed by a deliberate thrust that sends electric shocks through my nerves. My body responds instantly, my clit twitching eagerly. I manage to nod, too lost in the sensation to form words.
“Say it,” he commands, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. “Tell us you’re ours.”
“I’m yours.”
Damien’s gaze holds mine, dark and intense. “Only ours,” he adds, a possessive edge lacing his tone.
“Only yours,” I echo back, and it’s more than just words; it’s a vow etched into my very soul.
Alistair sets a relentless pace now; each thrust pushing me closer to the brink. Damien’s hand slips down, finding my clit and circling it with a precision that has me teetering on the edge. I arch against them, caught in the push and pull of pain and ecstasy.
The room fades away until there’s nothing left but their hands on my body, their breath on my skin, their voices in my ear promising dark forever’s. Alistair’s grip tightens around me as he drives into my ass harder and faster.
Another orgasm shatters through me like broken glass, sharp and all-consuming. My screams fill the room as Alistair continues to pound into me until he finally stills, his release overtaking him with a guttural shout that mingles with my cries as he unloads into me with a ferocity that leaves me shaking with need.
25
EVER
I’m sprawled across the silken sheets, a sheen of sweat glistening on my skin; the Cardinals collapsed around me. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and satisfaction. My chest rises and falls in deep, even breaths. A smile plays on my lips, one that feels like it’s been carved from the very essence of contentment.
“Ever,” Alistair murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stillness of the room. “You okay?”
I nod, turning to face him, our gazes meeting and sharing a world of communication. His blue eyes are like twin oceans I could drown in, but instead, they buoy me up, filling me with warmth. “Never been better,” I admit, and it’s the raw truth. Here, wrapped in the heart of KnightsGate Manor, everything else fades away—my lost friendships, my struggles, my doubts. What remains is the fierce bond I share with these four men who see me for who I am and not the legacy I carry.
Charlie chuckles, his body pressing closer as he drops a kiss on my shoulder. “We did quite the number on you, huh?” It’s a tease, spoken with the lightness that always surrounds him, butthere’s an undercurrent of something more. Possession? Pride? Maybe both.
“Shut up, Charlie,” Ben chides gently, but there’s no heat in his words. He strokes my hair back from my forehead, his touch deliberate and tender.
Damien’s hand finds mine, his fingers lacing with mine in a silent promise. “Thank you.”
Tears well up in my eyes at the sheer sincerity he expresses with those two words. “Any time,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“Definitely.”
For the first time, I feel complete. Whole. I’ve found my place amidst the chaos of this privileged world—a place where I am wanted, cherished, and unconditionally accepted.
The room falls silent again except for the sound of our breathing, heavy and full of desire.
“Ever,” Alistair murmurs as his fingers trace the curve of my jaw. “Everything we do, it’s for you. For us.”
“I know.” And I do. There’s no room for doubt, no space for the outside world to tear through the sanctuary we’ve created.
“We make our own destiny,” Ben whispers against the soft skin of my stomach.
The weight of his words sinks in, and I let out a contented sigh. The depths of our dark romance have bound us together; it’s twisted and tangled, but it’s ours—constructed from moments like these.
