Page 26 of The Devil's Dream

Kane moved behind her, his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped, her body clenching around me, and I gritted my teeth, fighting for control.

“Fuck, Nova,” I groaned, my thrusts coming faster and harder. She met each one, her body moving in sync with mine. I could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter.

Kane's hand slid between us, his fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.

“Ah,” she cried out as the walls of her pussy squeezed around me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I thrust into her harder. Once, twice, three times, like a mad man, as her orgasm pulled me closer to mine.

With one final hard thrust, I threw my head back, a harsh groan ripping from my throat as I rode out my release.

When I finally came down, I looked down at Nova, her eyes closed, a soft smile on her face, her body like putty against the sofa.

Kane was beside her, his arms draped over her middle with a satisfied look on his face. Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Okay?” I asked quietly.

She nodded, her eyes fluttering open.

“Better than okay,” she answered softly.

I smiled, pulling out of her gently, feeling her wince. I arched a brow. “You’re sore.”

“I’m fine,” she called after me as I headed to the bathroom to grab a cloth and discard the condom.

When I came back into the room, Kane had moved and was sprawled out on the couch with Nova draped across his chest, his hand possessively on her heart-shaped ass.

I held up the rag as I approached. Nova leaned to the side, her hand reaching out, but I ignored it, wanting to clean her up myself.

“Rest,” I murmured, locking eyes with Kane and seeing the same satisfaction I felt on his face.

Nova nodded, her eyes already closing as a contented sigh slipped past her lips.

This was right; this was perfect.

Chapter Eight

Nova

The feel of Kane’s hard chest under my cheek and Haze's solid chest pressed snug against my back and his cock prodding into my bottom had my eyes slowly fluttering open.

My lips twitched. It seemed even in a dead sleep, Haze was ready to go.

As I laid there feeling sated and safe, memories from earlier flooded my mind.

The way they'd both touched me, claimed me... and Haze. He’d spoken more than I’d ever heard him do before.

A soft kiss pressed against my forehead. “Morning, Kitten,” Kane murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Morning,” I whispered back, not wanting to wake Haze.

“Baby,” Haze rumbled behind me, his hand sliding up my ribcage. “Watching you sleep.”

He’d been watching me sleep. Of course he had. I smiled over my shoulder, earning myself a kiss on the lips.

I should have felt embarrassed lying between them, completely naked, but I didn't. I felt cherished, protected, and the way they were both watching me… I felt beautiful.

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