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“You’re so beautiful.”
I murmur, my fingers skimming up from her stomach to her ribs until I’m cupping her bare breasts, her nipples already tight as they beg me for my full attention.
I roll one between my fingers, loving the way her body arches like it’s instinct—like it already knows it’s ours to touch, and ours to claim.
Mikhail’s hands travel lower, curling them around her thighs as he pulls her backward slightly, groaning shamelessly into her ear.
We both watch the way she shudders between us.
“We’ll go slow.” I say again, my voice thick and strained with effort. “But we need you, darling. We need to be inside you. We need to feel you stretched all around us.”
Her lips part, her chest rising and falling as her pupils dilate.
“We need to fill you.” Mikhail adds, his voice a low growl as he rubs himself against her. “We need to breed you.”
Her breathing stutters, her body tight between us as she trembles with need, and anticipation too.
There’s no fear in her eyes, not like how there was at the beginning.
Now, there’s only trust.
Now, there’s only want.
“Please.” She whispers, her voice soft but certain as she holds onto both of our arms. “I need to feel you both.”
I cup her face in my hands, tilting her head so she can’t look away from me.
“We’ll give you everything, Chiara.Everything.You won’t have to beg us for this ever again.”
She gasps softly as Mikhail’s fingers hook through the sides of her underwear, sliding it down her hips, and helping her step out of the lacy piece.
She’s completely bare like this. Her full innocence is on display for us.
My heart pounds at the sight of her like that, the knowledge that we’re about to take something that nobody else has.
After this, Chiara will be ours in every way possible.
Mikhail moves to stand beside me, and together, we lower her back onto the bed.
She looks up at us, her eyes wide and trusting.
Mikhail lowers himself to his knees, shuffling closer to her as his hands slide between her thighs, spreading her open for us.
I feel my control snap, that primal, possessive instinct rising to the surface.
“We’ll make you ours.” I whisper, kneeling to press my mouth to hers. “We’ll fill you up completely.”
Her breath catches against my lips, but she doesn’t pull away.
Instead, she opens up for me, her fingers tangling through my hair, her body so soft and willing against mine.
And as Mikhail slides his fingers higher, teasing her through her slick folds, I know there’s no turning back.
She’soursnow.
Always.
Forever.