Page 110 of City of Secrets and Shadows
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping my hips. “Still so tight, even after we’ve both had you.”
Marcus moved to kneel before me, his cock level with my face. I opened my mouth eagerly, taking him in as Septimus began to thrust from behind. The dual penetration was overwhelming — Septimus filling me below, Marcus sliding between my lips above.
“Perfect,” Marcus praised, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Gods, you’re perfect.”
“Look at her, take us both,” Septimus growled, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back slightly. “Born for this, weren’t you, Livia?”
I moaned around Marcus, unable to respond with words. The vibration made him hiss, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Careful,” Septimus warned with a dark laugh. “Don’t choke her. At least, not yet.”
Marcus shot him a look that was half-irritation, half-desire. “You’re terrible,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. His thumb brushed my cheek tenderly. “So beautiful like this.”
Septimus reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud again. I whimpered at the contact, oversensitive yet craving more.
“She’s going to come again,” he announced, circling my clit with practiced precision. “Aren’t you, Livia? Going to come with my cock inside you and his in your mouth?”
The pressure building inside me was almost unbearable, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Marcus withdrew from my mouth, allowing me to gasp for air.
“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Gods, please—”
“Please what?” Septimus demanded, slowing his thrusts to a maddening pace.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “I’m so close—”
Marcus cupped my face, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “We’ve got you,” he promised. “Let go for us, one more time.”
Septimus’s fingers moved faster, two sliding into my ass, his other hand beneath me, tormenting my clit with practised strokes. His cock hitting that perfect spot inside me with each deliberate thrust. “Come now,” he commanded.
My third orgasm crashed through me like a storm, violent and all-consuming. I screamed, my body convulsing between them as waves of pleasure tore through me. Darkness edged my vision, the intensity almost too much to bear.
Septimus groaned, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clenched around him. “Fuck,” he snarled, driving into me one final time before pulling out. His release splashed hot across my back, marking me as his.
I collapsed forward, trembling uncontrollably. Marcus caught me, easing me down onto the furs. He was still hard, his cock straining against his stomach, but his eyes were filled with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my face.
I could only nod, speech beyond me. Septimus stretched out beside me, his breathing still ragged.
Marcus stroked himself, watching us with dark, hungry eyes.
“Come here,” I whispered, reaching for him despite my exhaustion.
He pulled me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and guiding me down until he filled me completely. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body as he kissed me. I moaned into his mouth as he moved, guiding me slowly up and down over him, increasing the sensation, but not the speed. It was maddening and incredible at the same time.
I rolled my hips, meeting his gentle thrusts, my oversensitive body somehow still responding to his touch. This was different— not the frantic claiming of before, but something deeper, more intimate. Marcus held my gaze as he moved inside me, his hands cradling my face as if I were something precious.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones.
“It’s too much,” I gasped, even as I continued to move against him. “And not enough.”
Septimus propped himself up on one elbow, watching us with hooded eyes. His hand trailed lazily up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. One hand slid between Marcus and me, fingers circling where we were joined.
“She’s dripping,” he reported, his voice rough with renewed desire. “Our combined seed leaking out of her sweet cunt as she fucks you.”
Marcus groaned at his words, his hips jerking upward with more force. “Gods, Sep…”
“Tell me how she feels,” Septimus demanded, his fingers continuing their torment. “Tell me how tight she is around your cock.”
