Page 20 of The Possession
He wanted me to please him, toearnhis touch.
Could I do it? Could I handle them both? What new heights would they take me to? Would I enjoy it? Would they break me?
My pulse sped up with each question, my mind fracturing beneath an onslaught of curiosity.
I wanted to know how this would feel.
I wanted to experience this.
I’m seriously broken, I realized, moving toward Master Declan.Because a part of meneedsthis.
Strong hands wrapped around my hips, helping me onto his lap, my thighs parting over his. I mentally flinched as his arousal touched my folds, my mind revolting against the idea of another round. Yet my body… mmm, yes, my body felt warm and tingly and oh-sohot.
His deep brown irises flared with interest, his lips pulling back to reveal straight white teeth. “Do I need to repeat myself, Savannah?” he asked, a hint of warning in his tone.
“No, Sir,” I said, reaching between us for his thickness and guiding him to the place he desired. His entry sent a tremble through me as I forced myself to accommodate his impressive length all the way to the hilt.
Oh, this is going to make me ache, I realized with a shiver.But it’ll also feel unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
Such a convoluted twist of logic, yet I clung to it with all my might.
“Good girl,” Master Luka murmured, his knuckles drifting down my spine as the bed dipped behind me.
Master Declan’s seated position allowed him to penetrate me at a different angle than the one Master Ian had used both times he entered me. It stirred prickles of heat below, the place deep inside me throbbing from the pulsating caress.
That heat would only intensify from this moment onward and would soon reach a boiling point that would force me to erupt.Again.
God…I wasn’t sure I could handle another orgasm. But I knew Master Luka. He’d coax one out of me even if it came with an onslaught of tears.
Those were always the most powerful moments of pleasure, and also the worst.
They hurt in the best way.
And left me sated for days afterward.
Only to crave so much more later.
I’d given up on analyzing my yearnings long ago, allowing Master Luka to guide me with his expert touch and tongue.
Just as I did now as I felt him press against my back. He’d lost his shirt, but not his pants, the bite of his zipper digging into my ass as he positioned himself to enter me.
No preparation this time.
Of course, I was still somewhat loose from Master Declan.
Master Luka dropped a kiss against my shoulder blade, then thrust inside me much the same way his friend had before.
My breath hitched, my heart threatening to stop beating, the feeling of taking them both stealing the air from my lungs.
I couldn’t think.
Everything cascaded into shades of black and white.
Someone spoke my name. A mouth brushed mine. Hands warmed my skin. Cologne poured over my senses. Masculine groans followed. And heat blossomed inside me once more.
I’m going to die, I thought, delirious from the pain.I’m going to fucking die.
And the scary part was that I probably wouldn’t mind.
