Page 97 of Blood from the Marrow
“Lie on your side,” Marisol instructed while she kissed Elena’s arm and shoulder.
Her voice was so soft but so effortlessly confident. Elena positioned herself between them and did as she asked.
“Face Zuri.” Marisol slipped in behind Elena, kissing the back of her neck and down her spine and over her shoulders.
The way Marisol held Elena so securely from behind sparked a fresh wave of warmth over Elena’s body. It wasn’t the sharp spike of lust, the kind of heat that burned fast and uncontrolled. It was the sun rising over the horizon. Blooming slowly from the center of Elena’s chest, it glowed to life rather than roaring. And like the sun, it gradually illuminated every shadowy corner of Elena’s heart. Her soul. The soul that felt more substantial now that it was bound to two others. She was safe. Loved. Cocooned between the two halves of her own heart, she was whole.
“Kiss her again,” Marisol whispered, hot and sure, against Elena’s ear.
Elena slipped one leg between Zuri’s and pulled her flush against her. Zuri’s lips parted slowly, letting her in with slowpasses of the very tip of her tongue. Zuri’s kiss was as gentle as Marisol’s fingers skimming Elena’s side.
It was hard to imagine that anything could feelnewto Elena, and yet there she was, nearly gasping while anticipating what came next. Eager to know what Marisol had planned, and thrilled by the prospect of being surprised.
Every touch was more intense than the last. Zuri resting her hand on Elena’s upper arm, rubbing her thumb over her skin in an almost careless display of affection, triggered a pounding rush of sensations. They were too many to name, too foreign to know, but Elena felt them waking from some forgotten hibernation. They expanded against her ribs, her chest, her stomach until they pricked the back of her eyes and forced her to whisper a faint, “I love you.”
Marisol smiled against the crook of Elena’s neck, the light brush of her lips setting off a sonic boom of sensation in Elena’s body. “I love you,” she echoed, and then she bit into Elena’s neck.
It was nowhere near enough pressure to break the skin, but it was more than enough to reignite Elena’s hunger. Marisol groaned while alternating between bruising pressure and hard bites. She was marking her skin and Elena’s only regret was that the evidence would heal before she saw it.
Moving together, feeling the full press of their bodies like the slow undulation of a quiet lake, Elena tightened her grip around Zuri’s waist. If she could just shift forward and get half on top of her, she’d find her release against Zuri’s thigh. Instead, Marisol ran her hand down Elena’s back over her ass, and between her legs from behind. Rather than enter her like Elena expected, Marisol slipped Elena’s clit between her fingers.
The sensation was different given the unusual angle, but Elena rocked her hips instinctively. Releasing Elena’s sensitiveneck, Marisol was breathless when she muttered against her ear. “Imagine if you could feel what it was like inside of her?”
Elena’s eyes snapped open, breaking Zuri’s kiss to curse. Zuri, whose heat flushed face was wearing the words she hadn’t said. Something like, “fuck, Bambi,” in a lusty groan Elena imagined. Just hearing it in her mind was enough to ignite the heat low in her belly.
“You know how tight she gets around your fingers,” Marisol continued, unfazed.
Elena rocked her hips faster, wishing that Marisol’s fingers were targeting her more directly. Wishing she would move them rather than leaving them stiff at the sides of Elena’s clit. But she wanted to see what Marisol had in mind. Confident and sure, she was a far cry from the woman who had once struggled to name what she wanted.
“Can you imagine how good she would feel squeezing your clit while she came?”
Zuri cursed again, bottom lip trapped between her teeth while she rocked against Elena, matching her rhythm.
“How long do you think you’d last?” Marisol’s tone was so low, so sultry, it was a diabolical compliment to the fingers she refused to move. “If you were inside her when she tossed her head back? When she gripped you so hard and begged you not to stop? When you felt her get so tight, you were afraid she’d push you out and you’d miss it? Miss her coming all over you?”
Mercifully, Marisol let Elena slip between her fingers. Moving back and forth, even if Marisol didn’t leave the sides of her clit, it was almost enough for Elena to will herself to satisfaction. Elena rocked faster, unsure what part of her was touching Marisol or Zuri.
“You feel so fucking good,” Zuri panted, gripping Elena’s hip as if willing her to go deeper.
Elena gritted her teeth when she cursed, sweat forming at her temples while her thrusts against Marisol’s fingers devolved into squirming. The illusion was so effective, Elena wondered whether there was magic at play. But she didn’t wonder for long. She didn’t care about anything but the dominating sound of Marisol’s voice and the sensation of Zuri’s fingers digging possessively into her hip.
“She gets so wet,” Marisol muttered like she was saying it to herself. Like she was thinking of a specific moment. Elena was going to ask her what it was when Marisol launched a lethal finishing attack. “Imagine how good it would feel to come inside of her while her pussy clenches around you.” Marisol’s fingers started a sudden blinding pace that pulled a scream from the center of Elena’s chest. “To keep going until you’re dripping out of her.”
Marisol bit down on Elena’s neck again, but Zuri didn’t give her a second of reprieve. Digging into her, she forced Elena’s hips to keep going the same way she did when Elena was wearing a strap. When she couldn’t speak but needed to signal that she was close. When she wordlessly threatened repercussions if Elena dared stop.
And then Elena was stiffening. Clinging to Zuri while Marisol’s fingers unraveled her. While Zuri kissed her mouth stuck in a grimace and begged her to come inside of her. When Elena came, it was a soundless, motionless thing that seized every part of her body. But Zuri and Marisol didn’t stop, didn’t slow, until Elena went slack and rolled onto her back.
Chest tight and lungs tighter, Elena looked up at the gilded tray ceiling and laughed. “Gods, you two are trying to kill me.”
Nestled into either side of her sweaty body, Marisol and Zuri chuckled. Elena was going to ask whether they’d coordinated their synchronized attack, but she was too slow. Too occupied with the pounding in her body.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” Marisol said sleepily, fingertips hovering lightly over Elena’s ribcage.
“More than married,” Zuri replied, voice husky and tired. “I can’t say for sure, but I’m confident that I can sense your emotions in some weird, distant way.”
Marisol chuckled. “Well, that makes me feel less crazy. I’ve been feeling so… I don’t know… Settled? Like this anxiety I had gotten used to was just cut in half.”
“Or thirds,” Elena mused. “I feel something too, but it is impossible to name.”
