Page 265 of Tangled up in You

Without hesitation, Rafe cupped my face in his large hands and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue explored mine in a passionate kiss. The intensity of the moment threatened tooverwhelm me; it was as if I was consumed by these three men and their insatiable desires.

"More," I whimpered into Rafe's mouth, my body on the verge of ecstasy.

"Give it to her," Rafe said, his voice deep and commanding.

In a moment, another wave of pleasure surged through me, leaving me shuddering and gasping for breath. Marcel and Jude both climaxed inside me, filling me with warmth. It was a heady mix of pleasure and possession that left me dizzy and disoriented.

Rafe's lips trailed kisses along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "That's it, baby," he purred in my ear, his voice dripping with sinful delight. "Let us take you."

I gripped the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as the room spun around me. My body burned with desire, every nerve tingling under their touch. The brothers' hands explored my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Perhaps this was what it felt like to be passed around like a prized possession.

Another orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, coursing through my veins like molten lava. We collapsed onto the bed. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.

After a moment, Rafe helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom, his brothers following closely behind like a pack of wolves. They drew a steaming bath, the scent of lavender and jasmine filling the air.

Marcel and Jude carefully lifted me into the tub, ensuring I did not jar my aching body. As they gently lowered me into the warm, bubbling water, it occurred to me that there was a tender side to these dangerous men. I sank into the water with a contented sigh, feeling the warmth envelop me like a comforting embrace.

"Let us take care of you, Luna," Marcel whispered, massaging my aching muscles as he bathed me. Jude carefully washed myhair, his touch surprisingly gentle. Rafe sat at the edge of the tub, his eyes never leaving my face as he caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"Thank you," I whispered, feeling vulnerable yet strangely safe in their care. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, but one thing was clear: I had never experienced anything like this before. It was the first moment of peace I had experienced since this nightmare began.

Rafe joined us, perching on the edge of the tub. "We won't harm you, Luna," he reassured me, running a hand through my tangled hair.

I met his gaze in the mirror, struggling to believe his words. "But…"

Marcel cleared his throat, giving me a stern look that silenced my protest. Rafe shot him a warning glance, conveying the message to appreciate the relative tranquility while it lasted.

Jude lathered up a sponge and began washing my back without asking, his touch surprisingly gentle and delicate. I closed my eyes, trying to push aside the conflicting emotions swirling within me.

Once I was cleaned, they wrapped me in a soft towel and carried me back to bed, tucking me in like a peculiar, adult-sized burrito.

As they turned off the lights, Jude brushed a stray hair from my forehead. "We'll be downstairs if you need us," he said in a soft rumble.

"Rest now, beautiful," Rafe murmured.

"Sleep well, Luna," Marcel added, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

As I drifted into a deep, exhausted slumber, thoughts of what the future held with the Eliasson brothers lingered in my mind. One thing was certain – nothing would ever be the same again.

The door clicked shut, casting the room into darkness. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, pondering how my life had taken such a turn.

The following morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming through the window. Memories of the previous night flooded back – the snowstorm, the brothers, the passion, everything. Blushing from head to toe, I threw off the covers, revealing my nakedness. It definitely hadn't been a dream. I made my way to the bathroom, wincing as my sore muscles protested.

Staring at my reflection in the fancy mirror, I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and languid, her hair a tangled mess, but it was the mischievous smirk on her face that caught my attention.

"Luna Marlowe," I scolded my reflection, "you've really gotten yourself into a mess. Stop smiling! What would Aunt Ruby say?" I groaned, recalling Ruby's words: "Those Eliasson brothers are trouble, Luna. Stay away from them." Well, it was a bit too late for that now.

Seeing that they had brought up my duffel bag, I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and dressed in something warm from my bag. When I opened the door and descended to the kitchen, a tray of food awaited me: croissants, fresh fruit, and a pot of steaming coffee. And there they were – the brothers, all three of them, lounging at the table shirtless, exuding a casual confidence. My cheeks flushed again. So much for trying not to dwell on the previous night.

"Gentlemen," I said, attempting to sound composed, "thank you for the… um… lovely send-off." I ignored their knowing smirks. "I'll be on my way now." That's when they intervened, figuratively speaking.

"Now, hold on there, Luna," Rafe drawled, rising from his seat and approaching me with purpose. "A girl can't just have anight like that and leave without a proper goodbye." Goodbye. The word lingered in the air like a live grenade.

"It was…" I stammered, my cheeks aflame. "Feel free to finish that thought, little moon," Jude purred, circling me with a wicked grin. "Forget I said anything," I mumbled, heading towards the door.

Marcel, the seemingly calmest brother, stepped in front of me, his naked torso rippling with every movement. "Luna, we understand this is… unexpected. But hear us out." I gazed at each of their faces, then sighed. "Fine. You have five minutes. Then I'm leaving for good."

After sitting at the dining room table and eating some of the delicious food from the tray, I felt a bit more composed to face whatever they had to say.

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