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Our footsteps are quick as we guide her into our space.
Though there are smiles on our faces, there’s a tension in the air that only the three of us understand.
It’s the kind of tension that builds between us, a kind of hunger, not only for food, but for each other.
For Chiara.
She may have laughed and teased, but she knows exactly what we want.
It’s what she wants too.
And in a moment, I know we’ll take care of her in every way she needs us to.
The door closes behind us, the sound of the outside world fading as we step inside, and just for a moment, it’s only the three of us here, the world outside no longer important.
It never is when we’re with her.
She’s all that we see.
She’s all that we want.
She’s all that we need.
Mikhail’s on her before I can even catch my breath, his hands in her hair, tilting her head back as his mouth claims hers.
The kiss is all heat and hunger, his fingers already tugging at the bottom of her dress, needing her naked between us.
She melts into him so easily, her soft little whimpers filling the room, and fuck—it’s been too long since we’ve had her like this.
Mikhail’s hands move fast as I watch, stripping her out of her clothes like he’s been starving for her—and we have been.
Every moment away from her…every second spent apart…
It’s a slow torture.
Chiara moans softly into our room, moving closer to him as her bare skin meets his.
Her hands wander all over, pulling at his shirt, needing more from him.
But then she pulls back just enough to turn her head, her eyes finding mine across the room.
“Nikolai…” She whispers, soft and sweet, but there’s a breathless little plea in the way she says my name. “Come here.”
I should.
I should move.
But for a moment, the only thing I can do is stand there, and stare at her.
Her skin is flushed, her lips are swollen from Mikhail’s kiss, and her hair is a wild halo around her face.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Mikhail’s fingers skim down her ribs, across her stomach, making her squirm.
“You should see yourself, beauty.” He murmurs, nipping at her jaw. “Laid out for us like this, already so needy.”
She blushes, but she doesn’t look away.