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Titus stroked his hand over his cock with languid ease as he approached the bed.

We’d done this before—and I was suspended at the perfect height, open and ready.

Dripping wet.

He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me with it, and my eyes drifted closed as I gritted my teeth to keep from crying out in frustration.

It was one thing to be bound—another to be kept waiting.

“Command me,” he said.

His words made my eyes open wide to stare at him.

Valen wanted to be commanded, Bastian wanted the exchange of power—but Titus? He was always in control. Always took what he wanted.

“Fuck me,” I said without hesitation. “Give me every inch of your cock.”

His magic tightened around my throat—a caress—and he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Now,” I groaned.

Titus’s dark eyes flashed with lust as he took hold of my waist and did as he obeyed my order.

He fucked me with reckless abandon, with a force that drove all thought from my head and made me forget everything except the feel of him inside me.

My release was already building, already surging, and I let out a choked sob as the pleasure ignited every nerve ending and sent spasms through my body.

Titus’s magic squeezed tighter and his hips moved with relentless speed as he fucked me harder. He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, even when my muscles clenched around him and I came with a sharp cry that tore from my throat.

He thrust into me until I felt his cock pulse inside me and his magic squeezed so tight that I thought I would pass out.

Another tremor of ecstasy tore through me as he pulled out and spilled his seed in hot spurts over my belly and breasts.

He pulled out and his magic held me aloft for another moment, suspended in a helpless anticipation that made me shiver.

Bastian’s laugh was low and wicked as his hands closed around my hips and dragged me to him.

Titus’s magic relaxed long enough for me to take a deep, shuddering breath before Bastian sank his cock inside me.

He wasn’t slow or cautious. He moved with the same raw urgency that Titus had—and I knew why.

I was theirs, and they would remind me of it over and over until I couldn’t think of anything else.

Until I couldn’t forget who I belonged to.

Valen’s lips captured mine, his kiss smoldering as I shuddered around Bastian’s cock.

Bastian’s movements were wild and uncontrolled, and each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through me.

I was weightless with sensation.

The world was a blur of heat and need and the pulse of blood in my ears that drowned out even the grimoire’s whispers.

Bastian’s cock moved inside me with quick, hard thrusts, and my gasps became cries as my body surrendered to the pleasure.

As my pussy clenched around him, Bastian groaned. “Say it. Say it, Avril.”

“I belong to you.”

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