Page 117 of All The Pretty Little Lies

"You're doing so well," Zaire praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "You feel incredible, moya koroleva."

I nod in agreement, unable to form words. The sensation of being inside Vesper, feeling Zaire's cock pressed against mine, is almost too much to bear.

Slowly, carefully, I begin to move. The friction is incredible, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. Vesper whimpers, her head falling back against my shoulder as she's consumed by sensation.

We find a rhythm, Zaire and I moving in tandem. As I pull back, he pushes in, ensuring Vesper is constantly filled. The room fills with the sounds of our collective pleasure, skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered words of encouragement.

Vesper is lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body trembling between us. Her inner walls flutter and clench around us, drawing groans from both Zaire and me. The sight of her, caught between us, her face contorted in pleasure, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"That's it, moya koroleva," Zaire growls, his voice rough with desire. "Take us both. You're doing so well."

I increase my pace slightly, driving deeper. The change in angle has Vesper crying out, her nails digging into Zaire's shoulders. "Oh god," she gasps. "It's too much. I can't...I can't..."

"You can," Zaire reassures her, his hands cupping her face tenderly. "Let go, moya koroleva. We've got you."

I lean in, my chest pressed against her back, surrounding her completely. "Come for us, solnishko," I murmur in her ear. "Show us how good we make you feel."

With a keening cry, Vesper shatters. Her body goes rigid between us, her inner walls clamping down with incredible force. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing both Zaire and me to the edge.

Zaire's eyes meet mine over Vesper's shoulder, a silent understanding passing between us. With a final, powerful thrust, we both find our release, our cries of pleasure mingling with Vesper's as we fill her completely.

The world seems to fade away, narrowing down to just the three of us, connected in the most intimate way possible. Timeloses all meaning as we ride out the waves of our shared climax, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily. Vesper lies between us, her body still trembling with aftershocks, a look of utter bliss on her face.

Vesper lies between us, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Her golden hair is splayed across the pillow, tangled and wild from our lovemaking. Her skin glows with a light sheen of perspiration, making her look ethereal in the soft light.

I'm the first to move, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder before carefully extricating myself from our tangle of limbs. Vesper whimpers softly at the loss of contact, her hand reaching out blindly for me.

"Shh, solnishko," I murmur, stroking her cheek tenderly. "I'll be right back."

I pad quietly to the ensuite bathroom, my legs still a bit shaky from the intensity of our encounter. The cool tiles feel soothing against my feet as I gather what we need for aftercare. I wet a soft washcloth with warm water, grab a couple of fluffy towels, and return to the bedroom.

Zaire has shifted slightly, cradling Vesper against his chest. His large hand strokes her back in soothing circles, his lips pressed against her temple as he murmurs soft words of praise and comfort. Talon has moved closer, perched on the edge of the bed, his hand resting gently on Vesper's ankle.

I settle back onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. With infinite care, I begin to clean Vesper, the warm washcloth gliding over her sensitive skin. She sighs contentedly, her body relaxing further under my ministrations.

"How are you feeling, moya koroleva?" Zaire asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

Vesper stirs, her eyes fluttering open. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face. "Incredible," she murmurs, her voice husky from use. “I feel whole for the first time in my life.”

“Good,” Zaire smiles. “Hold onto that feeling, moya koroleva. We’re all going to need it tomorrow.”

VESPER

I lean backagainst the plush leather seat, sandwiched between Oscar and Zaire as our sleek black SUV winds through the bustling streets of Boston. The events of last night play through my mind like a fever dream, each memory sending shivers down my spine. Oscar's hand rests on my thigh, his touch both possessive and comforting. I glance at him, taking in his sharp profile and the way his blue eyes scan the passing scenery with calculated precision. Last night, those same eyes burned with passion as he mapped every inch of my body with his lips.

On my other side, Zaire's muscular arm presses against mine, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of my blouse. The memory of his calloused hands on my skin, the gentle way he traced my curves despite his rough exterior, sends a flush creeping up my neck.

In the front seat, Alex is behind the wheel while Talon fidgets with his suit jacket, adjusting it to conceal the arsenal he carries in the passenger seat. His brown eyes meet mine over his shoulder, a playful glint dancing in them as if he can read my thoughts. The ghost of his touch lingers on my skin, recalling how he effortlessly lifted me, his strength both thrilling and reassuring.

The four of them fit together in my life like pieces of an intricate puzzle, each filling a void I hadn't realized existed. Oscar, with his strategic mind and unwavering loyalty grounds me. Zaire's fierce protectiveness and hidden tenderness give me a sense of security I've never known. And Talon, with his easy charm and lethal skills reminds me that life can be both dangerous and exhilarating. Though with Alex, I am still trying to figure him out. He’d been so open with me about his past, but he’s kept me at arm’s length so far.

"You nervous about heading back to the Rossi mansion?" Oscar's voice breaks through my reverie, his tone laced with concern.

I take a deep breath, the scent of leather and cologne filling my lungs. "Yes and no," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's strange. That place was never really home, you know?"

The word 'home' feels foreign on my tongue, a concept I've only recently begun to understand. I look around at the four men surrounding me, each one a pillar of strength in their own right and realize that home isn't a place—it's a feeling.

"I never knew love there," I continue, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "Not like I have now."

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