Page 238 of The Sinner: James

His hand goes up my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair as he kisses me again. I follow his lead, enjoying every moment we have, aware the two other men witness everything.

A few more moments pass before he leaves my body, and someone else’s hand cups my face.

He smiles against my lips as he roots himself inside my body.

“This is too good to be true…” I whisper against Lex’s lips.

He chuckles quietly.

“I told you you’d like it…” he murmurs and starts loving my body, teaching me what the Night of the Kings really is.

That it’s so much more than sharing someone.

It’s three handsome, skillful men making love to one woman.

As if she rules their lives.

As if she holds their hearts in her hand.

As if she’s the beginning and the end for them.

They take turns loving me gently, tenderly, and sensually throughout the night. They fire up every fiber in my body, taking me on paths of pleasure I’ve never traveled before.

They whip my senses. They whisper and purr, their voices slithering across my skin, making me yearn for more.

Throughout the night, they keep me blindfolded, and I learn to distinguish them.

They don’t overpower me. They allow me to have power over them and make me feel like I’m their queen.

Close to the morning hours, gentle fingers stroke my face.

“How is it, baby? I can’t get enough of you,” Ed murmurs in my ear in a lover’s voice.

Lex grazes my shoulder with his teeth, sliding his hands over my body.

I roll to face him, his hot breath fanning over my face.

Our lips connect as I curl my arm around his neck.

“Has it always been like that?” I ask quietly.

“No. This is better,” he murmurs.

“Is he still here?”

“He never left.”

A smile comes to my lips.

I pull upright and sit on my knees, folding my legs under me as I slide my hands over their erections.

They pull up on their knees in front of me.

I lean to Ed first and take his throbbing shaft into my mouth while stroking Lex before I switch.

They guide my head as I alternately have them in my mouth, hot and wet and pulsing.

A rustling echoes behind me, and two hands grip my hips, pulling my bottom out.

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