Page 183 of Hell Breaks Loose

The quirks, the ticks.

All gone.

Her love and our joining are all the focus that I ever need to center myself, to let go of the anxieties and self-deprecating demands.

When she flicks my switch, I turn on. And I never need to turn off for her.

Gavin

Sometimes, the simplest things are best.

The things I remember the most fondly.

And the things that turn me on the most about her.

Our fingers intertwined as we walk, as we snuggle on the couch watching a movie.

Most of all, while we make deep, passionate love, my forehead resting against hers, her hands pinned to the bed, interlocked. Then the reverse, when she rides me, pushing herself up and down, gripping my hands for purchase as she satiates her every need.

Bouncing up and down, my width spreading her as wide as she can go.

Still, she always takes me deeper, finds an angle to seat me and grind right up against me.

The rumbling tremors that shake her thick thighs makes me fucking nuts.

Makes me unload everything I have the minute she tells me to.

Unburdening my desire as she spends herself on me again and again.

As we all do.

Together. For her.

Because she’s everything that matters.

Everything worth fighting for.

Hellena

Firm hands grip my ankles, holding my legs apart, keeping them from falling to the bed from exhaustion, keeping them aloft so that Gavin can barrel into my ass underneath me, his mighty arms curled around my middle to hold me in place, right to the slab of his chest and core at my back.

And so that Evan can pound into my center at the same time, matching Gavin's devious pace.

The two of them combined fills me beyond satisfaction.

They stretch me to my utter limit, and stretch my bliss far past that point, blasting wave after wave of near climactic nirvana over and through me.

All the while, Tell slides along my tongue, plunging into my mouth as deeply as I can manage and I long for more of his taste. To take every ounce of his seed until he’s crying my name. Only my name.

The three simultaneous sensations capsize all reason,

I’m lost in the sea of their lust and tenderness. Their uncompromising love for me and mine for them.

And the unrestrained expression of it that consumes my every sense and synapse.

Tossing me to the precipice of release and dragging me back, deep into the undertow of abandon.

I’ve given up control of my fulfillment completely to their whim and want.

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