Damon claid her other breast, his technique different....rougher, using his teeth to scrape and bite in ways that made Eve’s hips lift off the bed.
"Please," she breathed.
"Not yet," Silas said. He was kneeling between her legs, his hands stroking her thighs. "We’re taking our ti with you tonight."
His fingers slid through her folds, exploring, teasing. He circled her clit with maddening lightness, never quite giving her the pressure she needed.
"Silas...."
"Shh. Feel it. Don’t rush it."
Damian’s mouth moved from her breast to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. His hand replaced his mouth on her nipple, rolling and pinching until Eve was squirming.
Silas slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that made her gasp. His thumb continued its torturous circles on her clit.
"You’re so wet," Silas murmured. "So ready for us. But we’re going to make you wait."
He worked her with his fingers....in and out, building a rhythm that had her climbing toward release. Every ti she got close, he would slow down, back off, make her whimper with frustration.
Damon’s teeth found her nipple and bit down, and the sharp pleasure-pain made Eve cry out.
"That’s it," Damian said against her neck. "Let us hear you. No one here to care how loud you get."
Silas added a third finger, stretching her, filling her. His pace increased, each thrust of his fingers hitting that perfect spot while his thumb worked her clit with increasing pressure.
"Co," Silas ordered. "Right now. On my fingers."
The orgasm crashed over her like a wave....intense and overwhelming. Eve’s back arched, her hands fisting in the sheets, her voice breaking on a scream that echoed through the suite.
Silas worked her through it, his fingers gentling as the aftershocks faded. Then he withdrew and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her with a groan of appreciation.
"My turn," he said, his voice rough with need.
He positioned himself between her thighs and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. From this angle he was deep, so deep Eve felt impossibly full.
"Look at ," Silas commanded.
Eve’s eyes opened and locked on his.
"I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think," Silas said, his hips beginning to move. "Until the only thing you know is my na and how good I make you feel."
He set a brutal pace....hard, fast, relentless. Each thrust drove her up the bed, and Damian’s hands on her shoulders kept her in place.
The sound of skin eting skin filled the room, mixed with Eve’s gasps and Silas’s groans. He shifted his angle and suddenly he was hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
"Oh god," Eve sobbed. "Silas, I can’t...."
"You can." His hand slid between them, finding her oversensitive clit. "Co again. I want to feel it."
The second orgasm built impossibly fast. Eve was already oversensitive, already wrung out, but Silas’s relentless rhythm and the pressure on her clit pushed her toward another peak.
"Silas!" His na tore from her throat as she ca, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just kept pounding into her with single-minded intensity, chasing his own release while simultaneously building her toward another orgasm she didn’t think she could survive.
"One more," Silas growled. "Give one more."
"I can’t—please—too much—"
"You can." His fingers on her clit were rciless. "Co for again. Now."
The third orgasm ripped through her with devastating force. Eve scread....actually scread, loud enough that she distantly worried about the Court officials in nearby chambers hearing. Her vision whited out, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of it.
Silas followed with a roar, driving deep one final ti and spilling inside her with so much force she felt it.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them shaking, both breathing like they’d run a marathon.
When Silas finally pulled out and rolled to the side, Eve whimpered at the loss. She felt swollen and used and thoroughly claid.
"Look at you," Damon said, his hand sliding between her legs to feel the evidence of Silas’s claiming. "So wet. So swollen. So perfectly fucked."
Eve couldn’t form words. Could only lie there trembling while Damon’s fingers explored her oversensitive flesh.
"My turn," Damian said.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees. Eve’s arms were shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up.
"I’ve got you," Damian said, one arm wrapping around her waist for support. "Just hold on."
He pushed inside from behind, and from this angle he was impossibly deep. Eve’s oversensitive body protested and welcod him simultaneously....it was too much and not enough and absolutely perfect.
Damian set a slower pace than Silas had, but each thrust was deep and thorough and hit every nerve ending. His free hand found her breast, kneading and squeezing, his fingers finding her nipple and rolling it.
"You’re taking us so well," Damian murmured. "So perfect. So ours."
His pace gradually increased, each thrust harder than the last, until he was pounding into her with enough force that Eve had to brace herself against the headboard.
"Touch yourself," Damian ordered. "Make yourself co one more ti."
"Can’t," Eve gasped. "Too sensitive....."
"Try."
Eve’s hand slid between her legs with trembling fingers. Just the brush of her own touch against her swollen clit made her whimper.
"That’s it," Damian encouraged. "Just a little more."
She circled her clit carefully, building pleasure despite the oversensitivity. Damian’s thrusts got harder, faster, more desperate.
"Co with ," he growled. "Right now."
The fourth orgasm was smaller but sohow more intense.....concentrated and almost painful in its intensity. Eve’s scream was hoarse, broken, and she felt Damian pulse inside her as he followed her over with a groan.
He withdrew carefully and lowered her to the bed, where she lay boneless and thoroughly destroyed.
"One more," Damon said, and Eve actually whimpered in protest.
"Damon, I can’t...."
"Just one more. For ."
He pulled her into his lap, settling her so she straddled him facing away. From this position she could see herself in the mirror across the room....flushed and marked and absolutely wrecked.
Damon slid inside easily. She was so wet, so open, that there was no resistance. He filled her completely, and even through the oversensitivity it felt good.
"Watch yourself," Damon said in her ear. "Watch how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
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