Page 184 of Revenge Saints

I lie back on the cold tiles, cock aching, and hold a hand out to her. “Ride me, doll.”

Her legs are unsteady, thighs shaking, but Knox supports her as she lifts herself over me, straddling my waist. She sinks down, inch by inch, her warmth swallowing me whole.

“Shit,” I hiss, hands clutching her hips as she bottoms out. Her body molds to mine.

“Take your time, baby. I know your legs are shaking,” I whisper. “Just feel it.”

She moans sweetly, lips parting as her head tips back. She starts to move. Slow and delicious. I help her, hands firm as I guide her rhythm.

Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and Knox can’t resist; he grabs one, pinching her nipple until she gasps.

Max kneels behind us, opening the oil and pouring it onto his hands. He warms it in his palms, then leans in close.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He breathes against her ear.

“Yes, Max. “Please,” she begs, thick with lust.

I shift, pulling her hips up just enough, exposing her ass. Max slicks her, slow and reverent, his fingers spreading the oil with care. Then he aligns himself.

I still, letting her breathe. Letting her adjust.

Her body tenses as he pushes in slowly. Her walls tighten around me, and I groan, feeling every damn inch of her being claimed again.

“Just breathe, sweetheart,” Max grunts, sweat shining on his chest as he tries to stay gentle.

She whimpers, then begins to move. Her body rocks between us, my cock buried in her cunt, Max’s stretching her from behind.

We both moan, overwhelmed by howperfectshe feels.

“I want more,” she whispers, almost broken. Almost crying from the intensity. Andfuck, do we obey.

Max thrusts deeper. I start to move again, harder now, faster. We fuck her in tandem, a perfect rhythm; she breaks into sobs of pleasure.

Knox and Ryker watch, hands wrapped around their cocks again, hunger renewed.

She clenches tighter, cries louder.

“Fuckkk,” Max snarls, hips jerking. He spills inside her with a rough grunt, fingers digging into her hips.

She comes again, her whole body seizes as she cries out, walls fluttering, squeezing the soul out of me.

I let go. My orgasm crashes down like a goddamn tidal wave. I curse, biting my lip as I unload inside her.

She collapses against me, her skin slick and trembling. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to my chest. Max drags his fingers along her spine in lazy strokes, grounding her.

Knox presses kisses along her shoulder, murmuring devotion in her ear. Ryker kneels beside her, wiping strands of wet hair off her cheek.

I kiss the crown of her head.

Ours.

Forever.

The woman who fixed what we didn’t know was broken.

We sit around the old wooden table, plates half-full, laughter lingering in the air like smoke after a fire. Aspen’s in my lap, still wrapped in one of Knox’s shirts, hair damp, skin glowing. She’s smiling like all that pain never touched her. Like this is who she was always meant to be.

Ryker tosses a piece of bread at Max. Knox’s finger holding her other hand. And for the first time in a long fucking time… I feel it.