Page 89 of Prelude of Love

“Oh, right there,” I groaned as one of them found the perfect spot inside me. More fingers joined in,stroking with the perfect amount of pressure. I rocked with growing urgency, my ability to form coherent sentences abandoning me. “Please, more,need!”

Duke’s free hand snaked beneath me to encourage my erection to return to fullness. His firm grip made me cry out, my hips jerking forward into his fist and pushing back against their fingers.

I became almost frantic with the need for a second orgasm, caught in an endless loop of pleasure between their skilled hands.

“Show us how good we make you feel,” Duke encouraged, stroking faster. His thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

I came a second time with a hoarse shout. My body convulsed, the orgasm ripping through me with unexpected force. It wrung out pleasure from depths I didn’t know existed.

It was more than I could handle. My legs gave out as I surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy that had consumed me. Before I could collapse onto the messy sheets, Duke caught me, cradling me with gentle hands that had been so demanding moments before.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, easing me over to a clean section of the bed.

The mattress dipped as Chance moved closer, curling himself around me protectively. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his eyes filled with concern as they searched my face.

“I’m sorry if we pushed too hard,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re too fucking sexy.”

An exhausted laugh bubbled up from my chest, my body humming with satisfaction. “Don’t you dare apologize for the best night of my life.”

I shifted, feeling the proof of our passion trickling from me. The sensation of all three of our releases inside me, spilling out and marking the sheets, made me feel filthy and claimed in the most perfect way possible. My spent cock gave a valiant twitch, but I was down for the count.

I reached up to cup Chance’s cheek, drawing him down into a reassuring kiss that was gentle compared to our earlier frenzy.

The bed shifted as Duke settled behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. His large hand splayed across my stomach, pulling me closer until I was cocooned between their bodies.

“I’m so glad we’re together,” I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I looked between them. “This was everything I had hoped we could be.”

Chance’s expression softened as he reached for my hand, threading our fingers together. “I don’t want to give this up when the movie’s over.”

“You don’t have to,” Duke told him. “But we’ll talk about it later. Rest now. I’ll clean you both up in a little bit.”

I nestled deeper into their embrace. “No hurry.”Their releases still inside me, marking me as theirs, was too precious to wash away yet. I wanted to savor the moment of perfect connection between the three of us.

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle against my back. “You like being filled with us, don’t you, Duchess?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed in agreement, too blissed-out for words. I turned my head to kiss Duke’s chin, then claimed Chance’s lips next.

The younger man’s eyes sparkled with open adoration. “I never knew it could be like this with anyone.”

“Like what, hon?”

“Real. Like I don’t have to pretend to be someone else or betheChance Prince for you to want me.”

Duke reached across me to brush his knuckles against Chance’s cheek. “You never have to pretend with us, Princess.”

The nickname made Chance smile, his usual cocky façade nowhere to be seen. In its place was something soft and sincere that made my heart swell. “I could get used to this.”

“You better,” Duke replied, his voice a mix of gruff affection and possessiveness that I loved. “Because we’re not letting you go.”

I watched as hope tempered by caution shaded Chance’s expression. “Is that right?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “We want to keep you.”

His gaze darted between Duke and me. “Even after filming wraps?”

Duke tightened his hold. “If you want.”

“Of course, I want that,” Chance insisted, vulnerability bleeding through his carefully constructed walls.

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