Page 106 of City of Secrets and Shadows
I gasped as he slid one thick finger inside me, then another, stretching me in a delicious burn that had me clutching at his shoulders.
“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged, his voice honeyed in my ear. “Take what you need from us, love.”
Septimus curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “I want to hear you scream tonight,” he growled. “I want the whole fucking villa to know who you belong to.”
His thumb circled my most sensitive spot as Marcus rolled my nipples between his fingers. Caught between them, pleasure built like a gathering storm, threatening to sweep me away entirely.
My hips bucked against Septimus’s hand, chasing the pleasure that spiralled through me. His dark eyes held mine, refusing to let me look away as his fingers worked their magic inside me.
“Already close?” he taunted, slowing his movements just as the tension began to peak. “Not yet, little Livia. We’ve barely begun.”
I whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste me. The sight of his tongue licking my essence made my core clench with renewed need.
“She tastes divine,” he told Marcus, who hummed his agreement against my neck.
“To the bed,” Marcus murmured, guiding me backwards. My calves hit the edge of the mattress, and I fell onto the soft furs. They followed, shedding their tunics with urgent movements.
I drank in the sight of them as they quickly removed their clothes — Marcus with his rugged, sculpted physique, dark skin gleaming in the lamplight; Septimus lighter, more lean, battle scars mapping stories across his muscled torso. Both of them were hard and ready.
Septimus moved towards me, his eyes moving over my body with an intensity that had my heart hammering. He grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs apart.
“I’ve thought of nothing but this sweet cunt all day,” he growled, lowering his head. The first swipe of his tongue made me cry out, back arching off the bed.
Marcus settled beside me, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “That’s it, love. Let us hear you.” His fingers teased my nipples as Septimus devoured me like a man starved, his tongue circling my sensitive bud before plunging inside.
“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I was asking for, only that I needed more.
Marcus captured my mouth, swallowing my moans as Septimus added his fingers, stretching me open. When he curled them just right, I broke the kiss with a sharp cry.
“There,” Septimus rumbled against my flesh. “There’s my girl.”
“Our girl,” Marcus corrected, his voice tight with need. He slid up the bed, positioning himself at my head. His cock stood proud against his stomach, and I turned instinctively, taking him into my mouth.
“Gods,” he hissed, fingers tangling in my hair.
Septimus raised his head, watching me take Marcus deeper. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers never stopped their relentless rhythm inside me. “Think you can handle both of us at once?”
I moaned around Marcus’s length, the vibration making him thrust involuntarily.
“I think that’s a yes,” Marcus said, voice strained. “Careful, Sep. I want this to last.”
Septimus withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting. “On your knees,” he commanded, slapping my thigh lightly.
With trembling limbs, I obeyed, positioning myself on all fours.
“Look at that,” Septimus growled, one hand spreading me open. “Such a pretty little cunt.” His finger traced the wetness between my thighs, then slid higher, circling my other entrance. I gasped at the forbidden touch.
“Septimus,” Marcus warned, but there was heat in his voice.
“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it,” Septimus replied, pressing just enough to make me squirm. “Taking her together. Filling every part of her.”
Marcus’s hand replaced Septimus’s between my legs, his touch gentler but no less devastating. “Is that what you want, Livia?”he asked, sliding two fingers into my aching centre. “Both of us inside you?”
The image his words conjured made me moan, my body clenching around his fingers.
“Answer him,” Septimus demanded, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against my ass.
“Yes,” I gasped, the sting blooming into heat that melted into my core. “Gods, yes.”
