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Isabetta

I had never had a dream this vivid before.

I had spent a lot of time imagining my first time with Renzo, and as I tentatively touched myself and explored what I liked, I had always imagined it was his hands that were touching me.

That had spilled over into the occasional dream, which had always left me with a tingle between my legs I couldn’t satisfy on my own.

But they had nothing on this dream.

Renzo was kissing me, touching me, licking me.

It felt like his hands and mouth were everywhere, overwhelming me.

It felt so different from when I’d touched myself.

My fingers had made me feel tingly, and a little naughty, but they didn’t make my heart race.

They didn’t make me feel so hot, like I was going to catch fire.

Or so wet, I was sure I was going to ruin both my panties and my dress.

I wasn’t sure when I realized I wasn’t dreaming.

Maybe it was when I registered the feeling of him laying claim to my mouth, or the possessive way his hands cupped my breasts.

Perhaps it was the feel of his body between my thighs, of the heat of him pressed so close I could feel him even through the heavy silk of my dress.

My hands clenched, gripping at the silk of my skirt, yet I forced myself to let go so I could reach up and pull Renzo deeper into our kiss.

It wasn’t until my hands slid into his hair that things grew more confusing.

How was he kissing me and lapping at my clit in such a magical way?

Was I still dreaming? Were there two of him?

I hadn’t had that dream before, but at this sensation I pictured being pressed between two of him.

His wings curled around my body as he drove me to heights that would leave me breathless. It almost felt like I was flying.

I tried to pull back from the kiss, to see what was happening, but he held me so tightly I couldn’t move.

One of my hands pulled out of his hair, and my fist opened and closed as I tried to work up the courage to break the hold he had over me.

I wasn’t scared. I was confused, but mostly I was overwhelmed.

Careful not to touch his chest or side, not wanting to alert him to my actions, I moved my hand down until it rested between my thighs … to where someone else had their head.

My eyes snapped open.

It was definitely Renzo that I was kissing; I knew his face almost as well as I knew my own. I tried pulling his hair, biting his lip, anything to get him to stop. Then I pulled on the shaggy hair between my legs. The texture told me who it was, but I wouldn’t believe the truth until I saw it.

One of the twins was between my thighs.

No, they weren’t just between my thighs.

They were licking and sucking my clit, and had two fingers, or maybe it was three, sliding in and out of me.

It was slightly uncomfortable, and yet not enough at the same time.

I wanted to rock my hips, but also pull away.

Each time he pressed them in, he curved them, stroking a place inside me that made me want to weep with joy.

No matter how I squirmed, or whatever noise of protest I made, neither of them stopped.

Renzo held me captured in his kiss, while one hand tangled in my hair, and the other caressed my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple.

It made me want to arch my back and lean up into him, but I needed to stop this madness.

I’d never been with anyone before. I was saving myself for my husband. For Renzo, and only for him.

This was supposed to be my wedding night, although I wasn’t sure if it was even still night. I’d picked out this lingerie myself, wanting it to be special for Renzo. His first proper look at me as a woman, but now someone else was seeing it. Seeing me.

Doing more than seeing, really.

I struggled again, shoving at Renzo with my hands and fighting the twin with my feet.

The twin between my thighs simply leaned in more, his shoulders holding my thighs wide, pressing them against the seat.

I couldn’t get a good angle to push him away, and moving my hips just drove those fingers deeper inside me.

My hands were captured, not by Renzo, who was still pulling on my hair.

Nor by the man between my thighs, either.

Looking up, I saw Milo standing over me, gazing at me with an intensity I had never seen on his face before.

That answered the question of who was making me feel like I was going to burst out of my skin.

One of Milo’s hands encircled both my wrists, pinning them above my head. They were pressed into a headrest I didn’t recognize, my halo shining between them.

“You’re so close, ragazza dolce, just let go. Let them make you feel good. Let the pleasure carry you past your fear and show you exactly how good you can feel.” His words were so smooth, I wanted to wrap myself up in them. And he was right, they were both making me feel good.

Havoc slid another finger inside of me, and I wanted to scream.

Renzo chose that moment to pull back, tilting my head sharply so he could nip at my throat.

Part of me knew I should take the chance to tell them to stop, but all that came out was a ragged moan.

It was a needy sound I hadn’t thought I was capable of making. I sounded debauched, wanton, lusty.

I sounded caught in the heat of pleasure.

Every thrust of Havoc’s fingers drove me higher and higher. Milo stroked the inside of my left wrist with his thumb. Renzo kissed and nipped at my throat, one hand holding my head back, while the other rolled my nipple between his fingers.

It was all too much.

Too much pleasure, too much pain.

I wasn’t sure what to do. It overwhelmed me, crashing over me like a wave, threatening to carry me away. But I was held in place by their hands and fingers; lips and tongues and teeth. I was held as I screamed and thrashed, my toes curling and head thrown back.

Who knew that I could feel so many things at once, and all so deeply?

Whatever they were doing, it dragged the feelings out until I felt raw.

Then I really started to thrash. “Stop … too much.” I choked the words out between my panted breaths, trying to pull free as I kicked my legs.

Even so, it took almost a minute for all of them to pull away, leaving me limp and struggling for breath.

I must have looked a mess, but I couldn’t move to tidy myself, as none of my limbs wanted to obey me.

I still hadn’t fixed my skirt when Renzo reached over to unclip my seatbelt and tug me onto his lap.

I wasn’t sure why the thought of wearing my seatbelt through all of that filled me with giggles, but they bubbled out of me, and I couldn’t stop them.

Laughing so hard my ribs hurt, I couldn’t do much beyond sit, and I let Renzo stroke my back as the euphoria slowly faded.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I glanced up at my husband, but as my lips parted to speak, he pressed a finger to them.

His eyes were dark, still filled with the desire I had always dreamed he’d direct at me.

Although that wasn’t quite true, this was darker than anything I could have imagined. More possessive.

“I know you have a lot of questions, little tesoro, but they can wait. You should bask in the first of many orgasms we’re going to give you.”

There was that word, we . It was hard to sweep it aside when the first fingers inside me that weren’t my own hadn’t been his either.

I had so many questions. Some of them were about what had happened, some were about our future, and yet more were about the doubts that had crept up now that the pleasure was fading from my bones.

Did this mean he didn’t want me? Was I not enough?

I could feel my heart turning to fragile glass in my chest, the cracks already forming.

Why hadn’t he said anything before now? He had always told me he loved me, but had it been a lie to satisfy our parents?

I mustn’t have been very good at hiding what I was thinking, because he made a tsk sound in his throat to embody his disappointment.

He adjusted how I was sitting on his lap, so I straddled him, my thighs on either side of his, and his hands on my waist. The skirt of my wedding dress was still gathered up hopelessly crumpled and creased.

“Whatever that look meant, tesoro, you’re to have no more thoughts like that.

” His voice had softened in tone, but it was still firm enough to make me want to nod when he spoke, but I needed to get these words out.

He had told me not to ask anything, though.

My fingers twisted in my skirt, conflicted, unsure of what to do.

With a soft sigh, he hooked a finger under my chin, lifting it so I was forced to look at him.

“One question, tesoro. Then you need to rest.”

One question? Just one? But there were so many running through my mind, I wasn’t sure how to choose just one. Finally, and with little confidence, I squeaked out a single word. “Why?” My voice was breathier, huskier than I wanted, clearly the result of all the wanton moans.

The amused quirk of his lips had me doubting my question, yet it encapsulated everything I wanted to know. Why now, why them, why didn’t he love me enough, why did he want to share me … just why ?

“You’re mine, little tesoro. My beautiful little wife. The most important thing in my life.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at those words, but he wasn’t done speaking, so I bit my lip so I didn’t interrupt him.

“The twins are important to me, too. I love them and I want them to be happy. They love you too. They will keep you safe, protected, and happy. We all will. It will make me happy to share you with them. To watch you come apart as they ply you with pleasure.” The finger under my chin was joined by the rest of his hand, gripping me tightly.

“And more than that, you are mine, little tesoro. You gave a vow to obey me, in front of our families, and in front of God himself. So if I tell you to crawl to one of them, and let them use your sweet body until you are so overcome with pleasure you cannot breathe, then you will do so. You’re going to be such a good girl for me. For all three of us.”

My breath caught in my throat, burning there, and it wasn’t the only part of me that was on fire.

My cheeks had to be bright red. Yet more than that, there was a heat between my thighs.

A desperation for touch, for one of them to quench it.

It was as though something inside of me had been awakened, and now it craved more.

I wasn’t sure what to say to him, wasn’t sure I trusted my voice, so I nodded. Even as he gripped my chin, I nodded. I knew I would do as he said just as well as he did. There had been no question in his words. He knew I would obey him. That I wanted to, needed to.

His hand slid up to cup my cheek, pausing for a moment before sliding into my hair.

I wasn’t sure what it was about my hair he liked so much, but I enjoyed feeling his hand there.

It was safe, even when his fingers tangled in the strands, pulling my head back and claiming my lips in a searing, possessive kiss.

I never wanted to stop kissing him.

Though my exhaustion was winning out again, the excitement of the day and the orgasm wearing me out.

Pulling back from the kiss, I nuzzled in against his chest, closing my eyes and letting the sound of the engines and the twins whispering pull me back into dreams that maybe weren’t as exciting as the real thing.