Page 200 of Gathered Sparkle

I nod quickly. “Use me.”

His brow lifts. “Words, precious.”

“Fuck… yes, I consent.”

“Good.” His fingers close around my wrist, and then he lifts his hand, his knuckles brushing my forehead. “Sleep.”

The word drifts over me, and my mind sinks. Then the world blurs, and my body sways forward. My head comes to rest against his naked chest, and a deep calm settles over me. I’m aware, floating in the warmth of their presence, but my limbs feel heavy, immovable.

“You’re fine.” Koen’s hand glides over my hair. “You’re safe. You’ll hear and feel everything we do to you, but you can’t move. You’ll stay in a trance until I tell you to wake up.”

I drift, held in that space of perfect trust and surrender. When Koen’s arms lower me onto the bed with such gentle care, it contrasts sharply with the electricity sparking under my skin.

The cool sheets cradle my body, and my eyes stay closed, unable to open. I feel his hands pull away, leaving my skin aching for contact. A shiver rolls through me, goose bumps blooming across my flesh.

“Fuck, that’s it?” Sylus’s voice is rough with awe and desire, the mattress dipping as he joins me. Then his fingers stroke up my thigh. “She’s just… like this now? She can feel this?”

“She feels everything,” Koen confirms. “And she hears us. Go on. Fuck her. But only a few thrusts. I want to wake her up and see how it feels for her.”

Sylus’s mouth brushes against my stomach, making me want to arch into him, but my body remains still, pliant. He grips the backs of my knees, lifting my legs and spreading me open.

Koen groans from my right, the sound low and guttural, like he’s barely keeping himself in check.

Holy shit.

“God, baby,” Sylus murmurs. “This is even better than when you’re asleep.”

His cock nudges at my entrance, the head pushing in slowly, stretching me open. The fullness is exquisite, overwhelming, andI want to moan, to rock my hips and meet him, but all I can do isfeelwhile my body remains slack.

He sinks in deeper, groaning low in his throat. “Knowing you’re aware… that you can feel every inch of me, but you can’t move…fuck, Sparkle.”

He withdraws almost completely before thrusting back in, his pace controlled, each stroke rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me. My mind floats, drunk on sensation, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

“Wake up.”

Koen taps my forehead, and I surface with a gasp, my eyes flying open as a moan tears from my throat. My body clenches around Sylus’s cock, the intensity amplified by my return to awareness.

“Fuck,” Sylus almost whimpers. “You okay, baby?”

“Don’t stop,” I pant, my fingers digging into the sheets. “Please, don’t stop.”

A wicked grin curls his lips, and he thrusts into me again. “Your wish is my command.”

The friction sends sparks shooting through me, and my hips move of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure, and my vision blurs at the edges.

“So… it’s good?”

I manage a breathless laugh, my body a riot of sensation. “It’sfuckingamazing. Surrendering like this… being fucked like this… I don’t even have the words.”

Sylus’s eyes darken, his thumb pressing harder against my clit, drawing a desperate moan from me. “Again?”

“Yes. And don’t hold back. I want to know what you do to me while I’m out of it.”

Sylus’s grin turns feral as Koen’s fingers slide under my jaw to tilt my face up to his. His lips crash against mine, claiming mymouth with a hunger that steals my breath. He nips my bottom lip hard, the sting mingling with the pleasure, making me gasp.

“Sleep,” he commands, his finger tapping my forehead.

I fall again, drifting into the darkness of the trance. My body melts, boneless and open, as Koen’s words anchor me.

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