Page 66 of Revenge is a Witch

Sebastian moves to kiss my neck again, his fingers still working inside me, while Derek leans down, his mouth hovering just inches from mine as he murmurs, “We wouldn’t dream of it, Z.”

"Now,” I whisper, my voice barely steady as I try to hold onto my usual control, “I need you to be inside me. I’d rather feel you there than all over the place, got it?"

Sebastian locks eyes with me, his breath heavy as he watches me, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The tension between us is electrifying, each of us barely keeping it together. Derek’s fingers glide through my hair, his body eager for more, and I’m caught between them—feeling both of their desires and losing myself in it.

“Help me out here, pull me down a bit," I add, my voice softer now, knowing that I want to give both of them what they need, what I need. The thrill of sharing this moment is almost overwhelming.

Sebastian's hands slide from my waist, gently guiding me down until my head rests against Derek’s lap. I feel his body tense beneath me, and his hands move to my hair, holding mein place as his need matches my own. The tip of him grazes my lips, and I can’t help but smirk as my hand wraps around him, guiding him to me.

Sebastian enters me slowly, his movements deliberate, savoring every second. My body clenches around him, and the overwhelming sensation pulls a gasp from my lips. I lock eyes with him as he fills me, his grip tightening on my thighs, making sure to keep me open and ready for him.

"Gods, you’re... perfect,” I murmur, barely able to finish the sentence as the heat between us builds. Sebastian moves inside me with a rhythm that makes my entire body hum, while Derek groans softly above me, his body trembling as I take him into my mouth.

The weight of their touch, their connection to me, grounds me in a way I didn’t expect. I’ve never felt this wanted, this... desired, and it’s intoxicating.

Derek strokes my hair gently as I move, moaning softly as I take him deeper, and I can feel Sebastian’s pace quicken, his breath ragged as the pressure builds.

“Looks like you’ve got us both exactly where you want us,” Derek says, his voice strained but full of affection. I manage to laugh, the sound muffled as I press against him.

Sebastian lets out a low groan, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrusts again, the tension building between us until I feel like I might lose control entirely. The way they’re both with me—so in tune with my every move, my every need—makes this moment more than just physical. It’s raw, powerful, and deeply connected.

And in the middle of it, as I lose myself in the sensation, I realize how much I’ve come to care for both of them, how much I trust them. It’s more than just desire now—it’s something deeper, something real.

"You're something else, aren't you?" Derek murmurs in my ear, his voice low and filled with admiration. "Letting Sebastian have his way with you like that... how does it feel?"

"It feels... incredible," Sebastian groans, his breath catching as he thrusts deeper, his every movement sending shivers through me. My body responds to him, and I can't hold back the muffled moans that escape as Derek’s hand slides through my hair, guiding me gently, his touch reassuring, grounding me in this overwhelming moment.

I feel Derek's chest rise and fall, his breath becoming shallow. "You’re amazing," he whispers, his voice rough with need. "I’m not going to last... you want that, don’t you?"

Every nerve in my body is alive as I move between them, the intensity building. My world narrows down to the sensation of Sebastian’s rhythm, the warmth of Derek’s hands, and the electricity crackling in the space between us.

Derek’s voice trembles as he speaks again. "You’re perfect," he breathes out, his words vibrating through me as I feel Sebastian’s pace quicken, the need in him building to match my own.

I gasp for air as Sebastian leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s as intense as the moment we’re sharing. It’s not just about the physical connection—it’s more. I can feel it in the way he touches me, in the way Derek’s fingers tangle gently in my hair. There’s a trust here, a bond that I never expected to form this way, and it makes everything sharper, more real.

"You're going to fall apart in my arms, aren’t you?" Sebastian whispers against my skin, his voice rough with emotion.

"Yes," I breathe, feeling every inch of my body surrender to the moment.

"You want to feel this, don't you? While Derek watches?" His words are soft, almost teasing, but there’s a vulnerability in them too, like he needs to hear me say it.

"Yes," I gasp again, my voice barely audible. "Yes, I do." I hear a low, guttural sound from Derek, and I feel his grip on my waist tighten slightly.

“Yes, I want him to see,” I gasp, the words slipping out before I can even think.

"God, so do I," Sebastian breathes, his voice rough with desire. His hand slides down between my thighs, his fingers pressing firmly as he moves in sync with me, bringing me to the brink of something intense, something I can’t hold back.

My body reacts, my skin flushed and burning with need. Every inch of me is alive under their touch, and the heat between us is almost too much to bear.

Derek, who had been watching, his gaze dark and intense, stirs again, his hand moving instinctively. I can feel his desire, as palpable as my own, as he reaches down, stroking himself in response to the electric connection between us.

Sebastian's rhythm changes, a soft groan escaping his lips as my body clenches around him, the pressure building to an unbearable height. "Zaria..." he moans, and the sound of my name from his lips, so filled with raw need, is enough to send me over the edge.

"Focus on her," Derek growls, his voice filled with a mixture of passion and command.

Sebastian lets out a deep groan, and I feel him let go, the sensation of him filling me overwhelming. The pleasure that follows is all-consuming, and I can’t help but arch beneath him, completely lost in the moment. My body trembles as the waves of pleasure crash over me, and I’m barely aware of anything else besides them—their touches, their breaths, the intensity of it all.

Sebastian collapses gently on top of me, his chest pressing against mine as I sink into the softness of the bed. Derek’s presence behind me is grounding, his warmth a reassuring constant in the haze of sensations that flood my mind. The roomfalls into a comfortable silence, the only sounds left are our ragged breathing.

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