Page 149 of Picture Perfect

I steal a glance at Dre and Chess, but they’re still caught up in themselves.

My gaze returns to Princess, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of my lips. At that moment, with her in my arms, I realize how desperately I want to hold her like this for the rest of my life. The thought of making her my wife… it does things to me. Things I never thought I’d feel, things I never thought I deserved.

The subtle rise and fall of her chest against mine, the rhythmic beating of her heart beneath my fingertips—these are the notes of a melody I yearn to play for a lifetime.

I press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, feeling her soft exhale against my neck. The city lights flicker outside, but in the confines of the limo, time seems to stand still.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear them yet.

I love you, Princess.

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Dre

The house comes into view I hastily tuck myself back into my pants, the fabric feeling rough against sensitized skin. Chess grins at me, all teeth and wicked promises, as I reel him in by the collar of his shirt for a messy kiss that tastes a little like me. It's heated and imperfect, and I fucking love it.

I gave Saint the car ride to keep my snowflake to himself. But, I’m not about to let him steal a whole night with her. I want a fucking taste.

Saint's arms are wrapped around Snowflake, her body molded to his chest, her golden hair spilling across his dark suit. His fingers dance along the curve of her spine, sketching patterns onto her skin that she seems to feel deep in her soul. Their shared contentment, so rare and fragile, sends an unfamiliar warmth through me, stirring something in my chest that feels dangerously like love.

But, that’s impossible.

"Come on," Saint murmurs, his voice low and intimate as he gently disentangles himself from Snowflake. He scoops her up with ease, her slight frame fitting naturally into his hold. I follow behind them, Chess at my side, our steps synchronized with the rhythm of this strange, new dance we're learning.

Climbing the grand staircase, Saint pauses at the top, his gaze scanning the row of doors. There's a moment of indecision before he moves toward the one we'd agreed would be Snowflake's sanctuary. He doesn't enter right away, though. Instead, he turns, holding her close and meeting our eyes.

"You guys should...," he starts, and for a second I think he's going to tell us he wants her to himself. My gut twists at the thought. I’ll fight him tooth and fucking nail. I’m not giving her up tonight. I agreed to the marriage. I get it, I understand. He can offer her a freedom that Chess and I just can’t. But she is ours. "It may be our night, but she's not just mine."

"Never thought she was," I say, stepping closer, the magnetic pull towards Snowflake undeniable. Chess nods beside me, his hazel eyes dark with anticipation. We cross the threshold together. This is about her, about us, about taking shattered pieces and building something no one else can touch.

"Are you good, Addy?" Chess asks, his voice soft, always the charmer with a storm beneath his smile.

She nods, green eyes bright and trusting. And damn if that trust isn't the heaviest thing I've ever wanted to protect.

"I am," she whispers, and we believe her.

Saint's hands are steady on her hips, grounding her as he places her feet back on the floor. His touch is soft, speaking of something deeper than lust. Fuck we are so far gone for this girl. The air is charged with an energy that buzzes just beneath my skin.

"Let's get you comfortable," Chess murmurs, his fingers brushing against the zipper of her dress. She nods, watching as I step back, those beautiful green eyes never leaving mine. We undress her slowly, reverently.

She’s a thing of beauty. I want to defile her, claim and possess. But I also want to worship her, cherish and protect her.

She stands before us, vulnerable yet strong, a goddess in human form. Snowflake is not just a prize to be won; she is our equal. Saint's fingers work the tiny hooks at her back while Chess slides the straps of the dress down her arms. Snowflake shivers under our touch, a delicate tremor that speaks volumes to the vulnerability she allows us to witness.

The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her exposed in black, lacy panties. I squeeze my cock, desperate for her in a way I’ve never been for anyone else.

My gaze darkens, and I sinks to my knees behind her. Her breath hitches as my lips press against her flesh, right at the curve of her ass, and then my teeth—sharp and unexpected—sink into her skin. A surprised yelp escapes her, followed by a giggle. The sensation is sharp, thrilling.

"Can you take more, Snowflake?" My voice is rough, filled with a hunger that sends shivers down her spine. I've been holding back all night, and I'm done. I need her. I need her so fucking bad it makes me ache.

I meet her gaze. "I'm not ready to go to sleep yet," she says with a smirk, a challenge glinting in her eye.

"Good," I whisper, standing up. "Because neither am I."

The hunger in my eyes is unmistakable as I tower above her. My voice is a command, dark and laced with desire. "Show me that pretty pussy."

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