Page 75 of Echos and Empires (After #3)

She sank down onto him, feeling his length fill her completely, and let out a moan at the exquisite sensation of stretch and friction.

The pace was immediate and unrelenting, her body instinctively remembering every detail of how it always was between them—an insatiable craving, an undeniable need.

She rode him with intensity, her thighs burning with exertion, her breath intertwining with his in a series of breathless, fervent kisses.

He enveloped her existence, beneath her, surrounding her, filling her, and she found herself unable to get enough.

“Liam,” she gasped as he lifted her off his cock and then drove into her with reckless force. His lips pressed against her, his tongue swirling against her lips as his hips seemed to do the same against her thighs.

“Not gonna be the only one without all the fun,” Bash’s voice came as a rough growl as he moved in behind her.

Liam leaned back, and Emma followed, her hips never missing a beat, and their lips never separating.

Bash entered her ass, leaving every part of her was filled and full and fucking frantic with need.

The bite of pain at his size melted into pleasure, so much pleasure that she thought she’d explode from it.

She came, shuddering and raw, as they took her hard and unrestrained, and until they came with her, until everything fell apart and came back together.

She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe how much she needed, how much she wanted, how fucking perfect it was.

Liam’s hands gripped her hips, holding tight, his glasses knocked askew as she took him again and again, her breath ragged and wild and blending with his as they kissed, as they fucked, as the pace went from fast to frantic to unhinged.

She was already so close, so very close, the friction an exquisite torment that spiraled higher and higher and higher with every thrust. She thought she would shatter, thought she would come and come and come and never stop.

Bash’s presence pulled her from the precipice, the press of his body against hers sending a fresh wave of lust and anticipation through her.

She couldn’t get enough, couldn’t have enough, couldn’t be full enough.

It was insane, it was impossible, but there it was, the relentless craving, the relentless need, the same with each of them, different with each of them, always more, more, more.

Liam shifted, leaning back against the couch, his expression one of raw, unguarded desire, and Emma followed, her body fluid, unthinking, her hips never stopping, never ceasing as she sank back, as Bash took his place behind her.

She couldn’t tell where one began, and the other ended, couldn’t tell which pulse belonged to whom, but it didn’t matter, it was them, it was her, it was everything she wanted and everything she needed.

The fullness of it, the rightness of it, sent her spinning—her senses scattering.

She let her head fall back onto Bash’s shoulder, her cries unrestrained, unfettered, as they moved in perfect, practiced sync, as they took her to the edge and past it, to the limit and beyond it.

Her vision blurred, her thoughts blurred, every part of her stretched between the two of them, filled to the brink and loving it, loving them, loving this.

She came again, so soon, so impossibly soon, and they came with her, until it all blurred together and came apart and back together again, until the whole world exploded into blinding light and crashing sound and sweet, blessed relief.

She was breathless and couldn’t feel a single part of her body.

Bash slipped free, and Liam held her close, his hips still moving gently inside her, drawing out every last sensation, every last spark of feeling, until there was nothing left but sweetness and satisfaction and the languid burn of her release.

She stayed with him, let him fill her and surrounded her for one last, exquisite moment, then kissed him softly and sat up, her body protesting the loss of him.

Her legs were shaky as she slid off and stood, unsteady and spent.

She looked around the room, taking in her men, her life, her everything.

It would be days before they did a test, days before they knew which of them were the fathers, but Emma didn’t care, didn’t need to know to feel whole, to feel complete, to feel like she had it all.

She would remember this, remember every second of it, and never take a moment for granted. Not again. Not ever.

Bash’s eyes were still heavy with want, Chris’s mouth was curved in that familiar, satisfied smile.

William looked like a content cat, his hair falling into his eyes, his expression still a little dazed from her.

Liam’s grin was as contagious as ever, even as it softened, even as he watched her, so unguarded, so open, so fucking hers.

Alex watched, his eyes sharp as ever and a smile on his lips.

They were her world, and she was theirs, and the rightness of it was so overwhelming, so complete, that she thought she might break from it.

Break, burst, or burn with it. And she welcomed it, every second, every aching moment, until there was nothing else, nothing but the pulse of love and life and them.

She was on her feet, though she wasn’t sure how, the ground feeling as unsteady as her breath.

It took a monumental effort to stand, to move, to let go, but she did, one step, one shaking leg at a time.

She took it all in, the room, the men, the newness and the familiarity of it all, the way it fit, the way it was perfect, even when it wasn’t.

She didn’t know how she’d gotten so lucky, didn’t know how she’d managed to hold on to this, onto them, when everything around them was so precarious, so uncertain, but she would take it, take them, every messy, beautiful part of it, every moment.

Soon, they would decide if they wanted to determine who the babies genetically belonged to, but for now, they were all of theirs, as was every moment of every day for the rest of their lives.

Her lips brushed against Liam’s in a gentle kiss, in a soft promise of more, always more, never enough. She didn’t have to say it, didn’t have to speak it, didn’t have to do anything but feel it, let them all feel it. S

She was out of breath and out of words, out of strength and out of doubt.

But not out of love, not out of the need for them, the want for them, the everything that came with being together for them. Every inch of her body was loved, and she was never more certain of anything in her life except these five men and her place with them forever after.