Page 177 of Terror at the Gates

“Roll over,” he said, and I moved to my stomach. He pulled my hips, guiding me to my knees.

Then his teeth grazed my ass as he sucked on my skin, and I gasped, back arching. I looked at him over my shoulder as he did the same to the other side and then squeezed both cheeks, murmuring a string of curses about how fucking great my ass was.

I appreciated that, considering I thought it was pretty flat.

Zahariev ran his hand between my legs, and I shivered. I was wet but also sensitive, still swollen from earlier, but I was going to try this even if we had to slow down.

He nudged my legs apart a little more, and then I felt the crown of his cock prodding. He leaned down and kissed the top of my spine.

“You good, little love?” he asked.

“Better than ever,” I whispered.

He straightened, the palm of his hand smoothing down my back. Then he gripped me and slid inside. I’d prepared myself for a violent thrust, but Zahariev must have sensed the tension in my body, because he started slow, quickening his pace as I relaxed. Soon, I wasn’t even aware of the ache,too turned on by his handling of me to even think.

He bore down until I was flat against the bed, alternating between hard, rhythmic thrusts and a slow, sensual grind. The lull was necessary because I found it hard to breathe when he slammed into me. I just held on and buried my face in the bed to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth.

We couldn’t do much about the bed though, which pounded against the wall. It wasn’t long before a loud bang came from the next room.

“Stop fucking!” Cassius yelled.

We burst into laughter, and then Zahariev fell against me before rolling on his side. My back was against his chest, his cock wet but still hard against my ass.

“I thought he was going to move to the other side of the house,” Zahariev said, breathless.

“Jerk,” I said, elbowing him. “I thought you were asleep during that conversation. I could have used your help!”

“I would never willingly talk about my sex life with my brother,” said Zahariev.

“But you’ll fuck in the room next to his?” I asked.

“It’s not my fault you’re loud,” he said.

“Are you serious?” I asked, craning my neck to look at him. “Notyourfault?”

He chuckled, thoroughly amused. He placed a hand on the side of my face and kissed me.

“If you want, I’ll take the credit,” he said. “But I think you’re also just really fucking sensitive. I’ve never had an easier time getting someone off.”

I sighed. “And yet you still didn’t manage to make me come nine times.”

“Fucking brat,” he muttered.

Our laughs were breathless as we kissed, and at somepoint, Zahariev was inside me again. He moved at an easy but deliberate pace, fingers circling my clit. My body was slower to respond, but the tide was rising, each wave taking me a little higher than the last.

When the feeling grew consistent, I knew I could come, and I rose onto my elbow and gripped the back of Zahariev’s neck.

“Faster,” I whispered.

Zahariev’s eyes didn’t leave mine, but his mouth tightened as his pace increased.

“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, yes, yes.”

My entire body flooded with a tingling warmth. Zahariev pulled out, pumping his hand up and down his cock until he came in a rush across my lower stomach.

I closed my eyes and worked to catch my breath.

“We should shower again,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I could convince my brain to actually move a single part of my body.

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