Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“You’re mine, Aemelia,” I rasp against her lips, my voice shaking slightly with the weight of the truth. “But you’re more than that. You’re my peace. My redemption. My reason.”
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away. She cups my face in her hands, tilting her head slightly, and kisses me back with a slow, aching tenderness that makes my pulse throb in my throat.
The world outside these four walls could burn, and I wouldn’t care.
I let my hand drift between her legs, stroking through the stickiness of our release and sigh from a bone-deep contentment that’s new and unfamiliar. We talked about birth control, but Aemelia’s ready to start a family. Knowing she might be pregnant with our child has made us even more protective of her if possible.
She squirms against my touch.
“Again?”
She reaches out for my semi-erect cock. “Are you complaining, old man?”
I pin her to the bed so fast, she squeals. “Who are you calling old man?”
“No one.” Laughter bursts from her as I grab at her side to tickle her.
“Oh, yeah? Want me to show you what I’ve learned with all my extra years of experience?”
She bites her lip, playful and sweet, and I spread her legs with my thighs and thrust so deep inside her that she cries out.
The lock beeps, the door opens and Luca and Alexis stroll into the villa casually like we’re watching TV, not in the middle of fucking.
“Well, what do we have here?” Alexis drawls, his eyes glimmering with heat, already reaching for the back of his shirt and tugging it over his head in one fluid motion. His grin is all hunger and sin, but Luca’s eyes?
They blaze with raw, unrepentant possession.
I cant my hips, driving into the Aemelia just the way she likes, and she moans, pinching her nipples in time with my thrusts. Luca watches, his jaw tight, his chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths, and then he moves.
Efficient. Controlled. Like a predator finally closing in on his prey.
He unbuttons his shirt, every flick of his fingers deliberate and slow, his eyes locked on Aemelia’s.
When the fabric falls away, he kicks off his pants, his thick cock already flushed and full, aching with intent.
And then he’s on her, replacing her fingers with his mouth, latching onto one perfect, pebbled peak and sucking hard enough to pull a broken whimper from her throat.
Alexis is already there. He catches her moan in his mouth, kissing her deeply, savoring the soft, needy sounds she makes. His hands roam her body, knowing exactly where to linger, where to press, where to claim, until he finds her clit and circles it slowly, teasing her until her thighs quake around us.
We move like a well-oiled machine, synchronized and relentless, driving her higher and higher until she’s clenching down around me so tightly that I almost see stars.
She shatters in our arms, clawing at the sheets and crying out for God, her release milking me so hard it takes everything I have not to follow her over the edge.
We ease her through it, letting her float in the aftershocks while her body pulses around me, soft and wet and perfect.
I watch, mesmerized, as she gasps and shivers, her lips parted, her eyes dazed and heavy-lidded.
So beautiful.
I finally pull out, my cock slick with her release, and dip my head between her trembling thighs.
I swipe my tongue slowly over her folds, tasting the sweetness of her climax, and she lets out a broken sob, her hips jerking, and pushes at my head, trying to squirm away.
“Too much?” Alexis chuckles, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.
“She can take it,” Luca rumbles, his voice low and confident, already lifting her boneless body into his lap.
She clings to him, dazed and pliant, and he takes her mouth in a slow, possessive kiss, his tongue sweeping deep, claiming her again.
Without a word, he lines up and drives into her, filling her with one smooth, unyielding stroke.
Her spine arches, her thighs trembling around his hips, and she keens into his mouth, the sound soft and broken.
I move behind her, still hard, still aching.
I gather her hair, twisting it gently around my fist, baring the graceful column of her throat.
I kiss along the delicate skin, tasting the salt of her sweat, the remnants of our shared sin, and whisper against her ear.
“Relax,” I murmur darkly, lining my cock against her entrance as I force my body inside hers, in, and in, and in, until I’m as deep as I can be, and she’s stretched tightly around me and Luca. It feels so damned good, my head spins, but it’s more than just the feel of her body. It’s her total submission to our desires that gets us so hot.
“You feel that, amore?” he says through gritted teeth, his breath ragged in her ear.