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The second orgasm hits more violently than the first, and I’m practically screaming into Damon’s mouth as Ezra’s hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise, my legs held apart as my body arches.
My arms stretch out so I can run my hands through Damon’s hair and hold on without worry that I’m hurting him.
Like me, these boys have an affinity for pain.
The pleasure is so powerful it hurts, so intense that all I know at the moment is the places where they touch me and the wet heat of their tongues.
I don’t exist any longer.
I’m just a feeling.
An explosion.
A pulsing throb that ebbs and flows in crashing, chaotic waves.
“Yeah, Red, just like that,” Damon murmurs against my mouth, his voice deep and rough and reverent. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful.”
He kisses me again, slow and seductive, both of their mouths teasing the last tremors out of me as my eyes clench shut and my body calms down.
I feel sweat bead at my temples and along my hairline, feel air sweep across my heated skin from the air conditioning in the room.
Once the sound of rushing blood stops rolling inside my head like thunder, I open my eyes and laugh softly at Damon’s glimmering eyes staring down at me, at the line of his crooked grin.
“Feel better?”
More laughter bubbles over my lips at how quickly we all fell right back into this.
I nod my head, wishing like hell I had more time with them.
Unfortunately, we’ve run out, that fact made apparent when the door to the room slams open and a familiar voice calls out
“Oh, shit! Fuck. I didn’t see anything. My dad’s office? Are you fucking crazy?”
I push up on my elbows and glance over Ezra’s shoulder to see Ivy standing at the door, her hand covering her eyes as she turns around.
“Seriously, I saw nothing. And what I did see I’ll scrub away with brain bleach, but you need to get downstairs, Emily. As in right the fuck now.”
“Get out,” Ezra growls.
Ivy huffs out a breath.
“I’ll stand outside the door, but we need to go, and all of you need to get the hell out of this room.Now.”
She closes the door, and I push myself into a fully seated position, my eyes locking with Ezra’s when he turns to look at me.
It hurts how quickly my hearts drops into my stomach, how viciously reality comes crashing back.
“It was fun while it lasted, I guess.”
He doesn’t answer. Instead he grabs me by the back of my neck and pulls me forward for a long, slow kiss that destroys me all over again.
I can taste myself on his lips, on his tongue, my pulse pounding in my throat as his mouth moves against mine.
Refusing to let me go, he presses his forehead to mine, stealing all of my vision like usual.
“This doesn’t have to be the only time.”
Damn him.