Page 181 of Hell Breaks Loose

My other hand takes him in a tight grip, matching rhythms with the pistoning of his tongue inside me.

The division of my attentions only makes me more aroused.

More entranced with this new loving indulgence.

Gavin leans in, his fingers caressing my back, my neck.

My eyes close to the touch, taking me back to when we found our love, when we confessed it to each other.

His arms are around me, lifting me up. Despite his wounds, he doesn’t show a hint of weakness. Maybe it’s the rush of emotions. Maybe he’s just tough as nails.

He settles down on the edge of the bed, easing me down onto him, my legs straddling his lap.

What’s left of my red dress dangles from his hands. He flings it away, revealing me to him.

His eyes ignite at the sight of me.

And I’m seen.

Sparked and lit up like a bonfire.

My breasts spill out into his waiting hands, driving me wild, my heart pounding.

“I’ve never seen something so beautiful in my life. You’re fucking perfect.” he says, struggling with the words as he devours each one of my aching tits, my peaked nipples.

My soft moans only urge him on.

There’s nothing delicate about the way he handles me, and I respond in kind, tugging fistfuls of his hair as he grips my ass cheeks and rocks me back and forth over him.

The length of him scythes up between us, grinding into the front of my silk underwear, right over my clit.

We sit there holding each other that way, kissing deeply, clutching to one another. Losing ourselves in the contact, the ache building in my heart overflowing.

He sets my soul on fire. He soothes my fears.

When Gavin pulls me toward him, off Tell in the wake of my first climax, I climb on top of him ready, seating him inside me deeply, sawing my hips slowly across his expanse.

Rolling me over, he drives himself home more intensely, that slight stretch and pressure truly unreal.

Tracing the lines of his back, the rippling muscles as he shifts over me, filling me with every powerful thrust. The fullness of his flexing lats under the tickle of my fingers. My nails furrowing runnels down either side of the channel of his backbone, down to that statuesque ass. Taking each firm stone of his butt and slapping my palms down, demanding that he drive himself more firmly, deeper.

I can never get enough.

Of any of them. And I’m reaching for Tell and Evan even as the thought crosses my mind.

Evan

Hellena turns toward me, and the sun rises.

She’s always been fire and light to me. Heat and desire.

The first time I saw her dance, I was entranced. Possessed by her, never to be let go again.

Her faint cinnamon allure encircles me as she takes me inside her sheath, the walls of her sensuous velvet enveloping my entire world, gliding along the length of my sex with urgent thrusts.

Rucking against me deep and fast, never drawing me completely out before driving back in.

It’s raw need.

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