Page 108 of City of Secrets and Shadows
My eyes flashed over to his and he grinned at me.
“Don’t be too gentle with her,” he warned, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “She likes it rougher than you think.”
Marcus smiled, guiding me gently onto my back, and pushing my legs open. I watched panting as he took his cock in his hand, sliding the head of his cock through my wetness, mixing with Septimus’s seed. “Is that true, Livia?” he asked, teasing my entrance. “Do you want me to be rough with you?”
I reached up, pulling him down for a kiss. “I want you,” I whispered against his lips. “However you want to take me.”
He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his thickness. Where Septimus was all demanding force, Marcus was deliberate intensity, each thrust measured and deep. Heheld my gaze as he moved inside me, watching every flicker of pleasure cross my face.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hand cradling my cheek. “The way you look when we’re inside you... I could die happy right now.”
Septimus stretched out beside us, watching through half-lidded eyes as Marcus began to move. His hand lazily stroked my breast, pinching the nipple when Marcus hit a particularly sweet spot inside me. He trailed his hand down my body, sliding it between Marcus and I to slowly circle my clit.
“She’s insatiable,” Septimus remarked, his voice rough from exertion. “Look how she takes you even after I’ve had her.”
Marcus’s rhythm never faltered as he leaned down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. “She was made for this,” he said against my lips. “Made for us.”
I moaned as he changed the angle, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Despite the lingering sensitivity, I felt pleasure building again, a slow-burning fire that threatened to consume me.
I gasped, oversensitive from my earlier orgasm, but he didn’t relent. “Think you can come again for us?” he asked, circling the swollen bud as Marcus continued his steady thrusts.
“I—I don’t know if I can,” I panted, already feeling the tension building again despite my exhaustion.
“You can,” Marcus assured me, shifting slightly to hit that perfect spot inside me. “I want to feel you come around me.”
Between Marcus’s cock stroking me from within and Septimus’s skilled fingers working my clit, I was climbing rapidly toward another peak. My nails dug into Marcus’s shoulders, leaving crescent marks in his skin.
“That’s it,” Septimus encouraged, leaning in to capture one of my nipples between his teeth. “Let go for us again.”
Marcus shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I cried out as he hit that perfect spot inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.
“There,” he murmured, repeating the motion. “Right there?”
I could only nod, words beyond me as pleasure built again, impossibly soon after my last climax.
Septimus leaned in, his mouth finding my breast, teeth scraping over my nipple. The combination of sensations — Marcus inside me, Septimus’s mouth on my breast, his hand now sliding between our bodies to circle my clit — was overwhelming.
“Come for me, Livia,” Marcus commanded, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. The gentleness was still there, but underneath it ran a current of dominance that made me shudder.
My second orgasm hit like a tidal wave, less intense but somehow deeper than the first. I arched against him, a keening cry escaping my lips as my body clenched around his length. Marcus groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls pulsed around him.
“That’s it,” he praised, continuing to move through my climax. “So perfect. So beautiful.”
Septimus watched with hungry eyes, his hand moving to stroke himself as he observed Marcus claiming me. “Look at her face when she comes,” he murmured. “Like a fucking goddess.”
“Gods, yes,” Marcus groaned, his rhythm faltering. “So perfect, Livia. So fucking perfect.”
His thrusts became erratic, powerful. He buried his face in my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he finally surrendered, spilling himself inside me with a muffled groan.
For several heartbeats, we remained frozen, tangled together, the only sound our ragged breathing. Then Marcus carefully withdrew, collapsing beside me.
I lay between them, utterly spent, my body humming with lingering pleasure. Septimus’s hand lazily traced patterns on my stomach, dipping occasionally to the wetness between my thighs.
“You’re a marvel,” Marcus murmured, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder. “How did we get so lucky?”
Septimus snorted. “Luck had nothing to do with it.” His fingers drifted lower, making me gasp as they slid through the evidence of both men’s releases. “This was inevitable.”
I turned my head to look at him, finding his dark eyes already watching me. Despite his dismissive words, I caught something vulnerable in his gaze — something he’d never admit to.
