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Her voice trembles, but there’s more than just fear in her tone.
There’s trust.
There’s submission.
There’s a plea for us to make her ours in every way possible.
I brush my knuckles down her flushed cheek, moving lower towards her bottom lip. The softness of it sends a low pulse of heat straight through me.
Chiara’s breath catches, her whole body trembling under my touch.
She leans in closer, her lips parting slightly, and her tongue flicks out to wet them.
“You’ll have us both.” I murmur, my voice rough around the edges, though I try to soften it for her. “Do you think you’re ready for that? For both of us to claim you together?”
She swallows hard as her cheeks bloom a soft, pink colour.
There’s uncertainty in her gaze, and I can’t blame her for it. She’s never done this before—she’s never beentouchedlike this before. But beneath that hesitation is something stronger.
Something undeniable.
Need.
Raw, aching need.
Chiara nods as her breathing comes out in soft, little breaths.
“Yes.” She whispers, her voice so soft it barely reaches us. “I want you both.”
Fuck.
The air between us thickens, heavy with heat, and something deeper too.
Possession.
Intent.
The need to claim her so thoroughly that she'll never question who she belongs to.
I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers, breathing her in.
Her scent is so sweet, so fucking tempting, it makes my jaw clench.
“We’ll take care of you.” I promise, my fingers pulling away from hers as I slide mine down her hips, feeling the soft curve of her body beneath my hand. “We’ll be slow—at first.”
I tug her up from the bed, putting enough space between it and her so Mikhail can move behind her to slide his hands around her waist, keeping her body anchored between ours.
His lips brush against her neck as she shudders, her pulse fluttering wildly against my lips as I press a kiss to that same spot too.
“We’re going to make you ours, Chiara.” He murmurs, his voice dark with promise. “We’re going to fill you up so deep, you’ll feel us for days.”
Her breath hitches again, her thighs pressing together, and I catch the soft, little whimpers she desperately tries to swallow.
My cock throbs at that sweet sound, so innocent and so desperate, all for us.
I slip my fingers beneath the hem of the shirt, dragging the fabric up inch by inch, until her skin is all exposed. She’s trembling, but she lifts her arms for me, trusting me to strip her bare. Her skinglowsunder the dim light of the room, and my chest swells as I drag my eyes across every inch of her perfect, untouched body.
Ours.