Page 113 of Crimson Flames

I slip my fingers out of her, sliding her juices back to her ass as I tease the tight muscle. “You want me here?”

“Yes,” she pants, pushing into me. Cillian removes his fingers in favor of his cock, pausing at her entrance.

“Together,” he says, and this time, it is me who grins at him. As he slides into her warm cunt, I slip my finger into her ass, all the way to the knuckle.

“Gods, yes,” Nessa cries out, rocking back and forth, up and down, taking everything we give her. Once I have her stretched with three fingers, I slip them out and press the head of my cock at her entrance.

My girl doesn’t even stiffen, instead she helps me sink into her by lifting up and sliding all the way down. Her walls grip me, her head falling back on my shoulder as she takes deep breaths.

Cillian begins to thrust gently, the thin barrier between us building friction until I need to move.

“The water on your face looks like tears,” Cillian murmurs, leaning in to lick her cheek. She shudders, her hands tightening round the fabric. “Do you know what you do to me when you look like this?”

He pulls almost all the way out, using the silks to pull her to him with force. “You make me crazy. Your lips parted.” He does it again, rocking us both. “Those pretty droplets running down your flushed cheeks.”

She cries out when he thrusts again and I use the advantage to sink deeper into her. “Yes!”

Nessa begins to shake, her orgasm building fast. “Are you going to come for us, Lisichka? Do you like to make us feral for you? So desperate to fill you up that we forget anything else exists.”

Her scream is muffled by Cillian crushing his lips to hers, biting on her bottom lip like an animal.

“Rub her clit for me,” I instruct him, pulling out and thrusting back in.

Her sounds are so erotic, and she moves between us in a way that is like she was made just for us. It makes sense now why we are on a stage, in the center of a room that feels as vast as the galaxy.

Nessa is the sun, and we orbit around her. She is the center of our universe, our reason for fighting every day.

Part of me is torn between wanting these seats filled with people, watching how beautiful our girl is as she writhes on our cocks, and wanting to keep this moment just for us because she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

“Come for me, Love,” Cillian nearly begs, using his grip on the silks to thrust harder and deeper into her.

Her orgasm builds, and I roll my hips so that every spot inside of her is stimulated with each stroke.

“Yes, right there. Gods, I’m coming, I’m-.”

Cillian presses two fingers into her mouth before leaning in and licking her cheek once more. She gags around him, causing her ass and pussy to contract and squeeze around us, forcing us to come along with her.

“Such a good girl for us,” Cillian groans, his head falling to her shoulder.

“Our perfect girl,” I agree, kissing her on the cheek.

It takes a little time before we pull out and help her to her feet. She looks exhausted, but the smile on her face is captivating.

“Was it what you pictured, my little fox?” I ask as I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom to clean up. Her hair is dripping between us, and the rain ceases just as we enter the connected suite.

“So much better,” she says, cupping my face and pulling our lips together. Her warm body melts in my embrace, and I keep her close.

“Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy,” I whisper as our lips separate.

“I love you too,Vtoraya Polovinka.”

Chapter 43

We get Nessa into the shower and help clean her up. It feels like there’s a new sort of ease between the three of us. No fumbling around one another, no sadness, none of the heavy stuff. We are just simply us.

It’s surreal. Something I feel like we have been fighting to get back to for a while now. Our vacation to Spain was just the beginning. Now, it’s like we have found ourselves again.

My finger skims over the bracelet on Nessa’s wrist, the red beads glistening under the water. The pain of our loss is stillpresent, but it no longer seems to be crushing us, keeping us in one place and unable to move on.

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