Page 20 of Guilty as Sin

"You're magnificent," he whispers against my mouth, the words vibrating through me.

Behind me, Rolf's chest presses against my back, his heartbeat a steadying rhythm against my spine. His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I shiver uncontrollably. The dual sensation of their attention—Karl's intense gaze holding mine while Rolf's mouth traces fire along my skin—is overwhelming.

"We'll take care of you," Rolf murmurs, his voice a low rumble that I feel more than hear. His hands slide around my waist, fingers splaying across my abdomen, inching lower with deliberate slowness.

My dress becomes a memory, falling away beneath their skilled hands. The cool air kisses my exposed skin, raising goose bumps that their touch immediately soothes. I should feel vulnerable, laid bare between these powerful men, but instead, I feel worshipped, treasured in a way I've never experienced.

Karl moves lower, his mouth tracing the curve of my collarbone, the swell of my breast. When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out, arching into him. Rolf's hands steady me, his fingers finding the wetness between my thighs that betrays how desperately I want this.

"So responsive," Karl breathes against my skin. "Look at her, Rolf."

"I see her," comes the reply, thick with desire. "I feel her."

They work in perfect synchronicity, as though they've choreographed this dance countless times. When Karl's mouth moves lower, Rolf's hands lift me slightly, positioning me so that Karl can taste me properly. The first sweep of his tongue has me clutching at Rolf's forearms, my head falling back against his shoulder.

"That's it," Rolf encourages, his lips at my ear. "Let go for us, Zoe. Show us what you need."

Karl's tongue is relentless, circling and pressing in a rhythm that builds tension low in my belly. Rolf's fingers join the exploration, one hand still splayed across my stomach while the other traces patterns on my inner thigh. When Karl slides two fingers inside me, curling them just so, I nearly scream.

"Please," I gasp, not entirely sure what I'm begging for.

"We've got you," Karl says, rising up to claim my mouth again. I taste myself on his lips, and it's shockingly intimate. "Turn around for Rolf now."

They guide me until I'm facing Rolf, straddling his lap as he sits back against the cushions. His blue eyes are dark with desire, his usually composed expression transformed into one of raw hunger. His hands span my waist, and I feel the hard evidence of his desire beneath me.

"I've wanted this since I first saw you," he admits, his voice rough. "Watching you with Karl, knowing we would share this—share you—it's been torture."

I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a harsh breath from him. His hands tighten, guiding my movements as I grind against him. Behind me, Karl's hands roam my back, tracing the curve of my spine, the flare of my hips. His lips follow, pressing kisses to my shoulder blades, and neck.

"Are you ready for both of us, Zoe?" Karl asks, his breath hot against my ear.

I nod, unable to form words as Rolf lifts me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance. When he lowers me onto him, filling me completely, I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. He gives me a moment to adjust, his hands gentle despite the tension I can feel thrumming through him.

"Breathe," he instructs, pressing his forehead to mine. "That's it."

Karl's hands are on my back again, his touch reverent as he prepares me for him. The cool slide of lubricant makes me gasp, and Rolf captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me deeply as Karl works me open with careful fingers.

"Relax," Karl murmurs. "We'll go slow."

When he finally presses against me, I tense involuntarily. Rolf's hands cup my face, drawing my attention to him.

"Look at me," he says. "Just breathe and look at me."

I do as he asks, losing myself in the blue of his eyes as Karl eases forward. The initial discomfort gives way to a fullness I've never experienced, a completeness that steals my breath. They remain still, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled so completely, surrounded so thoroughly.

"You're incredible," Karl whispers, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "So perfect for us."

When they begin to move, it's with exquisite care. Rolf rocks up into me while Karl withdraws slightly, then Karl pushes forward as Rolf pulls back. The counterpoint rhythm builds slowly, a crescendo of sensation that has me trembling between them.

"That's it," Rolf encourages, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let us take you there."

We find a pace that is punishing in its perfection, their bodies moving with such precision it borders on cruelty. I can feel the strain of every muscle, every sinew as they work together to bring me to the edge and beyond. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the room, a steady counterpoint to the symphony of moans and ragged breathing. I am on the brink, and they know it, adjusting the angle and speed with ruthless accuracy.

The pleasure mounts with dizzying speed, a crescendo that leaves me breathless and gasping, clawing at the sheets with desperate abandon. I don't know where I end and they begin; I am lost in the raw, consuming ecstasy of the moment. Karland Rolf keep their relentless pace, driving me past the point of coherence and into a realm of pure sensation.

"Let go for us," Karl urges, his voice strained with his own approaching release. "We want to feel you come apart."

Rolf's hand slips between us, his fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that will push me over the edge. "Give us everything," he demands softly.

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