Page 208 of Entangled

They’re holding hands.

My heart shatters and reforms in an instant.

I don’t know why it hits me just now, and with such violent force, but that simple knit of hands feels momentous. My two submissives, one crying in gentle, graceful sobs, the other crying freely, still filled with a honed, restless energy. Opposites, in many ways, but joined together in this.

For me.

Please let her want this too.

“Last one, Lucien. Where do you want it?” I ask, my throat thick with need.

It takes him a minute, but in a small, shaky voice, he says, “Left side.”

Nodding, I pull back, and looking over both of them, I smile as I bring the belt down savagely against his right.

He howls— tormented, achingly beautiful—and I drop to my knees behind him, wrapping an arm around his lower back so I can kiss the aching flesh.

“You did so well, dear boy. So good to take all that for me.”

Beaumont lets out a low, long groan as he comes, and I yank Lucien back by his hair so I can kiss his mouth. His lips are salty with tears, and I moan, grinding against his ass.

I pull back roughly.

“Beaumont, get her on her back and spread her out for Lucien.” I press another kiss to Lucien’s lips. “You’ve earned a present.”

Beaumont gives me a ragged look where he pants over Eden, then he pulls out and coaxes her onto her back. He rests the back of her head on his thigh and runs his hands over her cheeks.

At my tap, Lucien crawls to Eden.

She’s splayed out over the grass. Her dress is around her waist, her legs spread wide, and her scarlet, abused breasts are on display. Cum leaks out of her defiled pussy, and her face is a masterpiece of inconsolable desire.

Lucien trembles on all fours over her.

I tremble, too.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I rub my hand over his ass in approval of the question.

Eden nods, her throat working. “I just r-really need to come.”

“Do you want to?” I try not to betray how much the answer means to me.

Her cunt is soaking wet, used and likely very sore, particularly with that plug still in her ass. Even her thighs gleam with moisture.

These are unkind, nasty games, and I can understand if she wants no part of them.

Of me.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she shakes her head. “No.”

The pitiful word, with that broken expression, has my cock leaking precum.

“No,” I agree, and this time, I don’t bother to keep the thick lust out of my voice. Relief lives along beside it.

Lucien’s face is a mix of need and sympathy.

“That pussy is for you, sweet boy,” I offer him generously. “You’ve been so good, so patient for her, and even more so for me.” I tuck his hair over his ear and kiss his cheek as he stares at her, his eyes soft and undefended. “You don’t need to wait anymore, Lucien. Have us both, now. You’ve more than earned it.”

I look down at my beautiful, tragically unsatisfied Eden. Beaumont pets her hair, and sweat has beaded at her temples.

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