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His body pressed flush against mine, a wall of heat and muscle. The pressure of his cock nudged insistently at my ass, an unspoken command that resonated with every fiber of my being.
"Christ, Ansel," I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder as he teased me, his tip prodding at the entrance that throbbed with a mix of fear and need. "You're not going to?—"
"Shh," he silenced me with a firm hand on my hip and guided me back onto him. "Just feel."
And feel I did. The stretch was excruciatingly perfect, a fullness that made my eyes roll back as Ansel buried himself inside me in a smooth, powerful stroke. A strangled moan escaped my lips, mingled with the steady drum of rain against the windowpane. It was a symphony of pleasure, underscored by the storm that mirrored the one in my pussy.
"Fuck," I breathed, nails digging into Kylo's arms for support as Ansel set a pace that walked the line between pain and ecstasy. The sensation was all-consuming, a relentless assault on every sense. I was impaled by him, skewered by a pleasure so sharp it bordered on agony.
"Is this what you wanted?" Ansel's voice was a growl, tinged with triumph as he filled me completely, each thrust stoking the flames higher.
"Maybe," I managed to rasp, every word punctuated by his rhythmic invasion. "Or maybe I just like the attention."
"Trust me, Averill," Kylo’s hands roamed over my trembling body, "the pleasure is all ours."
If this was betrayal, then let me be damned. If this was revenge, let the world burn. And if this was ecstasy, then let it cascade over me like the relentless downpour outside.
Ansel panted and his grip tightened as he drove deeper inside me.
"Look at me, Averill," Kylo commanded, his voice rough with lust as he positioned himself in front of me. His dick pressed against my glistening pussy, a promise of pleasure as tangible as the humid air that clung to our skin.
I lifted my gaze to meet his and with a moan that seemed to draw the very essence from my lips, he entered me and filled the void that screamed to be claimed. The sensation was so intense it bordered on sensory overload, and I couldn't hold back a sharp intake of breath.
"Are you with us, Ave?" Kylo whispered, a hint of mischief lacing his words. "Or did we lose you to the pleasure already?"
"Sweetheart," I managed, my voice a ragged thread, "it would take more than two cocks to make me lose my shit."
But gods, they were trying their hardest.
Caught between Ansel's relentless rhythm from behind and Kylo's thrusts, my body was a vessel of ecstasy that quivered with each dual penetration and their movements began to synchronized.
"Fuck, Ave," Ansel groaned from behind me. His hands gripped my hips with a possessiveness that sent shivers through me. "Your ass is so goddamn tight."
"I'll be sure to put that on my resume." My sarcasm was blunted by the waves of pleasure cresting within me.
"Damn right you will," Kylo chuckled as he drove into me with a force that left no room for laughter—only gasps and the sound of my holes being stretched.
Betrayal and revenge had been my fuck-buddies for so long, but now they lay forgotten outside the bedroom door, replaced by these two men who demanded all of me and offered themselves in return.
"More," I rasped, the word torn from my throat as their rhythm built to a frenzy. "Don't you dare stop."
Kylo’s hand snaked down to where our bodies met and his fingers coaxed more pleasure from me as he massaged my clit. "We've got you, Averill. We're not going anywhere."
"God, you're both so fucking ravenous," I gasped, the words barely escaping between sharp breaths as they moved inside me. The room echoed with our collective panting, the slick sounds of our bodies in motion created a melody of raw desire.
"I can't get enough of you," Ansel grunted from behind me. His fingers dug into my hips, claiming me with every thrust. "You're... incredible."
Their hands roamed over my tattoos, tracing the inked history of my past lives, each touch igniting a different story—a different death—within my memory. But it wasn’t the pain of the past that surged through me now; it was pleasure, pure and consuming.
"Keep talking, boys," My body betrayed my cool demeanor with its desperate arching for more. "Your dirty talk is almost as good as your—oh!"
A sudden shift in angle, and Ansel hit a spot that made my vision blur, a strangled sound caught in my throat. Kylo's thumb found my clit again and rubbed circles that sent jolts of electricity snapping through my veins. The room spun, or maybe that was just my mind trying to keep up.
"Fuck, Averill," Kylo murmured. "Feel how wet you are...how much you want this." His hands slid up my torso and came to rest on my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples in a rhythm that matched his relentless thrusts.
And there it was again—that growing crescendo of need that threatened to consume me whole. I clung to them, my nails digging into Kylo's shoulders, my ass pressing against Ansel's pelvis, greedy for every bit of friction I could get.
"Please..." It was a plea, a prayer, a demand—all wrapped up in a single word that vibrated through the charged air. My detective's mind, usually so well-versed at piecing together puzzles, was blissfully empty except for the overwhelming love and lust I felt for the two men who unraveled me thread by thread.
