Page 29 of Avalanche
The realization jolts through me, a fist tightening in my stomach, stealing my breath as Antoine’s salty sweetness coats my tongue. I moan against her lips, my tongue chasing hers, chasing more of that taste.
Him. That’s him.
I love you.
The words dance across my blurred vision, tasting like Lily and Antoine and Liam.
Liam is saying something. Antoine is lying beside me, beside Lily, his skin warm against my own. He reaches between our bodies, the backs of his fingers brushing against me as he touches Lily. As he draws shuddering whimpers out of her, until her muffled pleas are swallowed up by my lips.
“You can kiss him if you want. Liam’s voice is so gravelly I can barely understand the words at first. “Seeing as you like the way my boyfriend tastes so much.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s speaking to me. I pull back from Lily with a gasp. She drops her forehead to my own.
“It’s okay.” Panting breath brushes my swollen lips. Her eyes are wild, filled with a half-mad desperation that matches my own. “You can?—”
Her words catch in her throat as a shudder runs through her, her lips parting on a moan as Antoine’s fingers work that sensitive bud, as Liam drives into her with his relentless pace.
My entire world spirals as I turn to look at Antoine. He’s staring back at me, his face only inches from my own. Every part of my body sings, electricity crackling where his body lays flush against my own.
“Only if you want to,” he whispers. Green eyes drop to my mouth, flashing with a tangle of want and vulnerability as he licks his lips.
That look—I feel it in my chest, behind my ribs. An ache that sings along the parts of me that Lily has already cracked open.
“I want.”
The admission is barely more than a breath, tasting of Lily’s kisses and Antoine’s come. It sends my pulse ratcheting up, my heart thundering until I’m sure it will beat completely out of my chest.
Antoine’s kiss is softer than I would have expected, a carefully placed caress brushing lips already bruised from Lily’s teeth. I shiver against it, arch towards it.
“Fuck,” Liam groans, his voice thready with desperation. “I’m going to come…”
His thrusts are wild now, driving and frantic. I feel the drag of his shaft against my own, feel Lily squeezing around me until the pressure is almost unbearable. She’s panting against the side of my throat, her limbs shaking, each breath a delirious cry of pleasure, a demand for more, more, more.
“Please.” I beg against Antoine’s parted lips, against his teasing tongue. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Release. More of Antoine’s kisses. To be closer to this incredible woman wrapped around me. To be locked like this forever, pressed between bodies, drowning in sensation.
Antoine groans, his eyelids fluttering shut as he slants his lips more fully against my own. Brushing kisses become a demand, his tongue thick as it breaches my lips, tangles with my own, threatens to steal my breath. I open for him, let him swallow up the sound of my hunger.
Liam cries out, the sound almost anguished. Lily’s teeth find the side of my neck, my ear, my shoulder as her body squeezes around my cock, pressing so close to me that Antoine’s fingers are trapped between us, letting me feel the relentless rhythm he sets as he drives her to the edge. All the while his tongue and teeth and lips demand more and more of me, until I’m melting against him, beneath Lily.
My orgasm hits me by surprise, a lightning bolt crackling through the very center of me.
My hips rock up as pleasure shoots through me, hot and thick, whiting out my vision, so intense it borders on pain. I cry out, the sound vibrating in my throat, in my chest, captured between Antoine’s and my lips. I come and come and come, a relentless flow that has me shivering, trembling, my hands grasping blindly, as if any one of them will anchor me, keep me from floating away.
Liam pulls free of Lily, tumbling to the bed on top of Antoine, breaking our kiss. I watch in a hazy sort of awe as their lips meet, as their arms wrap around each other, bodies tangling in a sweaty, sated embrace.
Lily goes limp above me and I hold her to me as the last pulses of pleasure course down my spine, reveling in the way her body feels pressed against my own, in the softness and fullness of her.
Mine. She’s mine.
The thought has my eyelids fluttering shut, a satisfied smile curving my lips. My cock slips free of her wet, swollen heat as she lengthens her limbs alongside my own, slipping down my body until her head is resting on my chest. I hold her there, my hand trembling as I palm her head, as I tangle my fingers in her hair.
I stare down at her, naked and pliant against me. This incredible woman. I’m not sure what I did to deserve her. To earn a place in her heart. To earn her love.
“I love you,” I rasp, my voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much, Lily.”
I can feel her smile against my chest, can feel the gentle hum of her satisfied response vibrating through me. Beside me, Antoine sighs, murmuring something in French, though whether it’s for Liam or Lily or no one in particular, I don’t know.
