Page 35 of Gambling with Time

As the floodgates of my memory burst open, waves of pleasure surged through me. Memories rushed back in a torrential cascade, each recollection like a burst of radiant ecstasy. Every fragment, every sensation, washed over me flooding me with warmth. With each recollected moment, my spirit soared higher, buoyed by the sheer bliss of remembrance.

I clutched to her as she continued to ride me. My Sammy. I would never let her go. And I would kill the one responsible for ever forgetting her. But first, I needed everyone to know she was mine.

“Fuck, Sammy,” I moaned. “Gods, I missed you.”

Her movements halted, stuttering to a stop. “Rai?”

“Yes, your Rai. I will never not be yours again.”

“About damn time,” Bellamy replied. “I told you your pussy was magical.”

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I couldn’t let her go. Even after exploding inside of her on the dance floor. It was like before. I was driven to claim her again. But this time, I didn’t hide us away in the bathroom. No, I wanted the others to see that she was mine. She might be theirs, too, but ultimately, my dragon didn’t want to share. He would, but he didn’t want to.

So this was the next best thing.

With Bellamy’s assistance, Sammy lay naked on the large bed. Her loving gaze locked on me as I crawled up the bed between her legs. I pressed kisses along her calf and up her thigh, skipping the apex of her legs and moving to her stomach.

I ran my fingers over the small pouch of her belly, and she quivered beneath my touch. My memory didn’t have that slight swell and something tried to connect in my head, but I pushed it away, focusing on only her.

“Rai,” she breathed. “Touch me.”

The tips of my fingers dragged over her sides, and she squirmed. “I am.”

“Rai,” she begged, arching her hips.

I smiled. And although I could feel the attention of the other three focused entirely on us, I ignored it. My tongue wet my lips, and I dropped a kiss to her hip bone.

“Yes?”

“Touch me,” she demanded.

I circled around her nipple, never touching the tight peak, and she groaned.

“Where?” I chuckled, and goosebumps erupted on her skin below my mouth.

“My clit needs some attention,” she suggested.

A hum vibrated my throat as I dropped another kiss to her hip. “Did you miss me, Sammy?” My voice wobbled with emotion as it overcame me again.

“Every breath I took,” she replied simply. Her fingers thread into my hair as she tugged my head up to look at her. Her green eyes shone with the same emotions I felt. Then the corner of her mouth lifted up, and she said the last thing I expected. “But if you don’t put your mouth on me immediately, I’ve got a few others that will.”

“Say less,” I whispered, and her fingers loosened, allowing me to make my way down between her legs.

My fingers slid between her folds, searching out her swollen nub and swirling my thumb over the sensitive flesh. She moaned low and bucked up into my touch, begging without words for more. But she knew I needed words. I paused, and she hissed like a pissed off cat. One of the guys chuckled. My bets were on Bellamy.

“Rai.”

“Hmmm?”

“Give me what I want.”

A grin curled my lips, and I pressed an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, close enough to get a tantalizing scent of her sex mixed with mine and Alastor’s release. My mouth watered.

I slipped two fingers inside of her, pushing some of the cum that was leaking out back in. She clenched around me, and I pumped in and out, my thumb landing on her bundle of nerves to add to the sensations. She gripped the sheet next to her hips, curling her hands into fists as she rode the first orgasm she would have that night.

“So sensitive,” I murmured against her skin. “Ready for number two?”

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