Page 21 of Guilty as Sin

The dual stimulation, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being completely possessed by these two magnificent men—it's too much. I feel the shift as they near their own release, the change in tempo a warning of the tidal wave to come.

Climax hits like an explosion, ripping through us with such power I think I might shatter. I hear my own voice, high and reedy, mingling with the deep, primal sounds from the men inside me. There is nothing in the world but this—this wild, shuddering connection that sears itself into my very soul.

Time loses all meaning as we ride out the aftershocks, muscles twitching with the fading echoes of our shared abandon. The sheets are a tangle of sweat and silk beneath me, the room a glowing testament to the raw passion we've unleashed. Karl and Rolf hold me between them, bodies cooling and hearts still racing, a triumvirate of spent but satisfied desire.

"You look so fucking good." Karl presses a kiss to my temple.

Rolf's fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip. "Was it what you wanted?" he asks, an unusual vulnerability in his voice.

I turn my head to look at him, then at Karl. These powerful men who've shown me a world of pleasure I never imagined possible. Who've taken me beyond my boundaries and held me safe through every moment.

"It was more," I whisper truthfully. "So much more."

Karl smiles, that devastating smile that first caught my attention days ago. "This is just the beginning, Zoe," he promises.

Rolf nods in agreement, his eyes warm with something that looks dangerously like affection. "If you'll have us both."

Rolf presses a soft kiss against my shoulder blade, his lips lingering as if memorizing the taste of my skin. "Stay with us, sweetheart. Stay forever.”

I'm caught in a haze of bliss, their words wrapping around me like a warm cocoon. The thought of leaving their side seems impossible. Besides, where would I go that could possibly compare to being held by them both?

"You make it hard to picture my life without you,” I whisper, feeling the curve of Karl's smile against my collarbone.

They shift around me, rearranging our bodies until I'm nestled between them, Karl's chest warm against my back, Rolf's heartbeat steady beneath my cheek. Their hands find each other across my hip, fingers intertwining in a gesture so intimate it makes my throat tight with emotion.

"This is only the beginning," Rolf murmurs, his voice thick with promise. His free hand traces lazy patterns on my thigh, already kindling embers of desire, despite my exhaustion.

Karl's laugh rumbles through his chest and into mine. "Let her rest. We have all night." His lips brush the shoulders, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "And tomorrow. And the day after that."

The possessiveness in his tone should frighten me. Last week, I was hoping to impress the Becker brothers, hoping to seal a deal. Now I'm in their bed, my body still humming from their shared attention, contemplating a future where this—this exquisite surrender—becomes normal.

"What are you thinking about?" Rolf asks, tilting my chin up to study my face in the dim light.

I consider lying, offering something light and easy, but the vulnerability of our naked bodies demands honesty. "I'm wondering what happens when we get back to New York. How does this work when the dust settles and the thrill dies down?"

Karl's arm tightens around my waist. “When we return to New York, we start the rest of our lives, together.” His voice is certain, brooking no argument. "We're not in the habit of letting go of what's ours, Zoe."

“And you are ours now,” Rolf adds, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "Unless you don't want to be?"

The question hangs in the air, weighted with possibility. I could walk away, return to my tiny apartment in New York and pretend all of this never happened.

But as I lie here between them, their heartbeats syncing with mine, I know that's impossible. Whatever this is—this strange, intoxicating dynamic between the three of us—it's already under my skin and in my blood.

"I want to be yours," I admit, the words falling from my lips like stones into still water, creating ripples I can't yet see.

Their bodies relax against mine, tension I hadn't even noticed easing away. Karl presses his smile into my hair while Rolf captures my mouth in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache.

I melt into his kiss, into their embrace, surrendering to the comfort of being held so completely by two people who want me with such fierce intensity. When Rolf finally pulls away, his eyes are dark with renewed hunger.

“You have no idea what hearing those words does to us.” His lips brush against mine.

Karl's hand slides up my stomach to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles under his touch. "We've been waiting for you, Zoe. Even before we knew it was you we were waiting for."

A small laugh escapes me. "That sounds rehearsed."

"Not rehearsed," Karl says, his voice low in my ear. "Inevitable."

Rolf smiles—a rare, genuine smile that transforms his usually serious face—and traces the curve of my hip. "We've shared everything our entire lives. But we've never fallen for anyone like we have for you."

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