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“Nikolai.” She says again in a softer voice. “Please.”
Fuck.
I’m moving before I’ve even realised it.
Positioning myself between her knees, I slide my hands up her bare thighs, spreading her open for me.
She gasps, her hips moving instinctively, offering herself to me without any hesitation.
“You want my mouth, darling?” I rasp, my fingers tracing the soft, slick heat between her legs. “You want me to taste you?”
She nods, her breath catching when I lower my head, but I don’t touch her.
Not yet.
I hover over her, breathing her in, the scent of her arousal hitting me at once.
My fingers slide higher, spreading her folds, watching her glisten for us.
“Look at you.” I murmur, more to myself than to her. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
Mikhail kneels beside her, his hand sliding into her hair, angling her head so she can look down at me.
“Watch him taste what belongs to us.”
Her breathing stutters as she watches us from under hooded lids, and when I finally press my mouth to her, her whole body jerks as a soft cry spills from her lips.
I groan against her, my tongue sliding through her wet folds, tasting her, claiming her, in a way that leaves no room for doubt.
She is ours.
Always.
Forever.
“Sweet fucking heaven.” I growl as I continue licking her, my tongue curling deep as I taste every inch. “You were made for us, Chiara.”
I watch Mikhail stroke her cheek, kissing her softly as I feast on her.
The three of us are locked together in a moment so perfect, so right, it’s almosttoomuch.
Almost.
But we’re nowhere near done.
Chiara’s thighs tremble around my head, her soft cries echoing in my ears as I devour her, licking and sucking like I’m a man starved.
And in a way, I am.
We’ve been apart for too long; too many hours have been spent without her taste on my tongue, without her scent filling my lungs, without her body spread out for us like this.
I grip her hips, holding her still as I press my tongue deeper, curling it inside her, dragging a long moan from her lips.
She’s so slick, so soft, so perfectly ours, and every flutter of her walls, every helpful rock of her hips, only takes her one step closer.
She belongs to us.
Completely.