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“Yes.” Pax’s gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “Come with me.”

I shatter, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. My internal muscles clamp down on him. Moments later, he groans, calling my name, finding his own release, pulsing deep inside me.

Link’s touch is lighter now. “You’re beautiful when you come, little dove.”

Pax trails his fingers up my sides to cup my breasts. “Gorgeous,” he agrees, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within me.

I lean forward, resting my forehead on Pax’s chest, trying to catch my breath.

“That was…” I struggle to find the right words. “Incredible.”

Link chuckles, lying down beside us, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back. “We’re glad you approve.”

Pax slips out of me, then rolls us so that I’m underneath him. He presses a soft kiss on my lips before moving away.

Link brushes back my hair as Pax walks into the bathroom, his cock still impossibly big.

“Marrying you may be the best decision I ever made,” Link says.

His confession stuns me, and I have no idea what to say in return.

I’m saved from responding when Pax returns with a warm washcloth. I sigh as he gently soothes between my legs. After last night and what we’ve just shared, I’m a little tender, even if I wouldn’t admit that to either of them.

“We’re not quite finished,” Link says, positioning himself between my legs.

They’re insatiable, but I want this more than I could have imagined possible.

His eyes are filled with hunger, and he devours my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

He strokes into me, allowing me to feel every inch of his hardness.

This position seems more intimate. I love the passion the three of us have been sharing, but this is more than a fuck, as he’d called it earlier.

It feels like making love.

Or maybe I’m making up things that I want to be true.

Propping his weight away from me, he moves, taking his time, allowing me to savor their actions.

As I respond, becoming wetter, arching my back, he thrusts harder, deeper, each motion a mark of his possession.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Everything you’ve got.”

Pax strokes my spine. His touch is comforting, and it keeps the three of us grounded as lovers.

My body instinctively syncs with my husband’s.

Deep inside, my climax builds

“You belong to us.”

As if he owns me, he sends me over the edge, crying out his name.

Moments later, he groans, and he comes, his body shuddering. Then, for a moment, he holds me tight, and I drink in desperate gulps of air.

I’m shattered.

“You okay?” Pax asks.

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