Page 88 of Tangwystle

We ended in a heap before Baz slowly pulled out of Gretel’s ass. She whimpered when he speared his fingers back inside her, fucking her again with his cum.

Only then did he lie back down beside us, breathing heavily.

“Wystle,” Gretel said a moment later. I was surprised she hadn’t already passed out. But I found her wide, green eyes staring at me. Gently, she wiped my tears away. “We love you so much.”

I nodded, unable to speak. “I-I know.”

Baz kissed me, slow and thorough. “Tangwystle.”

The way he whispered my name told me everything. The regret for putting both Gretel and me at risk. The pain of seeing Rufus haul me off. The torture of not knowing I was all right. And the soft, sweet knowledge that he loved me.

Now and forever.

He brushed hair off my face. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I shook my head. That would come later. For now, I wanted nothing but to blissfully drift off while wrapped in their love and limbs. Gretel held me tight, and Baz pulled me to his chest.

And that was one of our happiest nights in Blackwell Manor, the home we claimed as our own.