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So fucking beautiful.
Her mouth is still wet from him, but he doesn’t even care.
The sight of them together like this, tangled up in pure need and want, is almost too much.
Almost.
I move in, sliding my hand up her body, cupping her jaw between my fingers.
And when Mikhail finally breaks the kiss, I take her mouth for myself; tasting her, tasting him.
Tasting us all tangled together.
Chiara moans softly against my lips, her arms around my neck.
The trust our girl has in us steals my breath.
She is ours.
Always.
Forever.
Chapter Twenty Two
Chiara
Everything is quieter now, it’s the kind of silence that only comes after a storm.
It’s strange to think about how it’s all settled so quickly; how everything has fallen into place, even when it feels like nothing could ever be as it was.
I’ve become familiarised with their touch, their voices so soothing and comforting. The way they both look at me, and the way they both protect me too.
Stepping into our room, I can’t help but smile as I look around it, appreciating the small touches they’ve added because they know I’ll love it.
Things like the light curtains that sway slightly whenever the soft breeze comes through, or the stack of books on my nightstand, the ones I haven’t had a chance to read yet.
Things still feel new, but somehow, it feels like it’s always been this way; like this life we’ve built together is the only one that was meant to have happened.
I sit on the edge of our bed, patiently waiting for Nikolai and Mikhail to join me.
Only a few minutes later, and the door opens quietly.
I feel the weight of their presence before they even step into the room.
Nikolai is always quieter, always careful, and Mikhail is like a force of nature.
But as they both move towards me, it’s with the same sense of purpose.
I see it in their eyes.
They are here, and they are mine.
Just as I am theirs.
It fills my heart with joy.
Mikhail reaches me first, his hands warm as he tilts my jaw up, meeting my gaze.