Page 67 of No Save Point

Her mouth falls open in a silent cry.

“Take it,” he grits out. “Fucking take it.” She trembles violently, and I realize she’s coming. Even in this dazed, limp state she’s unraveling for him.

Tate groans deep, slams into her one last time, and I see his whole body lock up as he spills inside her, breath ragged against her skin. “Fuck,” he moans as he pulls out slow. He turns to me. “She’s all yours.”

My breath catches. I move between her legs like I’m in a trance, hands trembling as I guide myself to her soaked pussy. She’s still twitching, still whimpering, body open. I push in slow. She gasps. I groan.

“F-fuck,” I stammer, sinking deeper. “She’s… Tate, she’s still so—”

“I know,” he says, darkly proud. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

I nearly whimper at the the tightness, the feeling of being inside her, all of her. “Haven,” I whisper, voice breaking.

She doesn’t respond, not fully but her hips roll toward me, like her body knows. Like even in her haze, she still wants me. So I fuck her slow, sweet. Whispering in her ear as I move. “You’re everything to me, you’re so beautiful like this. I’d never stop if you let me…”

Tate watches from behind, one hand stroking himself again. “You see it now?” he murmurs. “She needs both of us.”

I don’t answer. I thrust into her slow and deep, burying my face in her neck, whispering her name like a prayer. Haven’s body rocks gently beneath mine, her breath soft and sweet, and even though she’s half-asleep, she meets every stroke with the kind of sleepy moan that makes me feel like I could die here. I whisper again. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She gasps, barely awake, barely aware. Tate moves. He doesn’t ask. He just leans in from behind, dragging the sheet down to expose her chest, and lowers his mouth to her tits.

His tongue swipes over one nipple, slow and deliberate, before he sucks it deep into his mouth, groaning like he’s starving. His hand palms the other breast, rough and possessive. “Fuck” he mutters, pulling off with a wet pop. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Tate—” I start, voice tight, but he cuts me off with a look.

“Don’t stop. She likes this. You feel how wet she still is? How hard she clenched when I sucked her?”

He does it again, rougher this time. He sucks hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, like he’s trying to mark her. Haven gasps, arching up toward him, even as I’m still buried deep inside her. My thrusts get messy, needy. She’s making the sweetest sounds, helpless, soft whimpers, her body caught between our mouths and hands and cocks, totally overwhelmed. I’m losing control, but so is Tate.

He pulls back suddenly, mouth wet, chest heaving. “You had your turn,” he groans, voice sharp. “Now move.”

I freeze. He grabs my arm, yanks me back. I fall to the side, breath knocked out of me, and before I can speak, he’s already between her legs again.

Tate grabs her hips, pulls her down the bed, and slams into her in one brutal thrust. She cries out half dream, half need and he doesn’t give her time to adjust.

He starts fucking her hard. Like he’s punishing her for letting me have her first. His hand wraps around her throat, firm and possessive, and he leans down until his mouth is against her ear. “You like that?” he moans. “You like being passed between us? You like my cock more, don’t you, pretty angel?”

She moans, her legs kicking as he pounds into her. “You’re gonna come for me again,” he groans. “I don’t care if you’re tired. I don’t care if you’re full. You’re gonna fucking take it.” His hand tightens just enough to make her gasp, eyes fluttering open for half a second before rolling back.

“Fuck,” I breathe, sitting up, stroking myself to the sight of it, Tate slamming into her like he owns her, her body trembling around him.

He shifts, angling his hips, and she moans loudly.

“Right there,” he groans. “You feel that? That’s what you wanted. Not slow, not soft. Just cock and pressure and me.”

Her moans break. Her whole body locks up, legs shaking, back arched off the bed, tears slipping down her cheeks from the intensity.

Tate lets go of her throat, watching her fall apart. “Fucking ruined,” he mutters, slamming into her one more time before he shudders and groans, thick and deep, spilling inside her again. He stays there for a second, panting against her skin. Then he pulls out, his cum leaking down her thighs. “Clean her up,” he tells me, standing.

And with that, he leaves. The door shuts behind him. I crawl to her, heart aching. Her body is limp, trembling, breath ragged. I press kisses to her cheeks, her temple, her throat. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, pulling her close. “You’re safe. I’m here.” She makes a soft sound, curling into me, face tucked against my neck. I hold her, wrapped around her naked, wrecked body, fingers stroking her hair as she finally drifts into a deeper sleep. No more moaning. No more twitching. Just soft, warm silence. And me… completely, hopelessly hers.

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Haven

My body remembers, the ache. The slow, drugged pulse of pleasure that never fully stopped, even as I drifted under. Like I was being pulled apart and worshiped all at once, I felt like I was still being touched, even in sleep.

I remember the way my thighs trembled, the way my pussy clenched around nothing. I remember the weight of a hand on my throat, not cruel, but claiming. A mouth sucking bruises into my chest. My name whispered like a prayer and a promise, and maybe something darker.

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