Page 54 of Burn Me

Ben’s hands explore the landscape of our intertwined bodies from behind, fingers mapping every reaction, every shiver that passes through me. He knows my body as well as I do, and there are no secrets left unclaimed.

Charlie watches us with dark intensity, moving to my other side. He slips a hand between mine and Damien’s joined bodies, finding the spot that makes me cry out—a plea for more, for everything they’re willing to give.

“More,” Damien pants. “Please.”

Sliding the flat side of the knife over his chest, I tilt it suddenly to slice a thin line over his heart, and a sense of empowerment courses through me. This man, this beautiful, destructive creature, is willingly under my blade, under my control.

Damien arches beneath me, a raw groan escaping his lips that sounds like pure ecstasy. His hands tighten on my hips, urging me down onto him, and I can’t resist the call of his desire. Gripping his cock tightly in my other hand, I rise and then sink down, taking him into me in one fluid motion, and we both gasp at the connection.

Alistair sucks my nipples fiercely, biting them until I cry out at the sharp pain. My senses overload with every pound of my heart, every thrust and retreat. Ben and Charlie are a constant presence, their touches coaxing out moans from the depths of my soul, stoking the fire until a raging inferno threatens to consume us all.

Charlie’s fingers deftly play me like an instrument, drawing out notes of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. Ben’s lips trail down my back, sucking bruises into my skin as though he could capture the very essence of my need.

“Come for us,” Charlie murmurs, increasing the pressure on my clit. “Come for us, and when your climax hits and you soak Damien’s cock, cut him.”

“Ah!” I cry out, feeling my clit thud under his touch.

My body convulses, the world spiralling into a vortex of sensation too intense to contain. The command in Charlie’s voice doesn’t scare me; it’s the catalyst that sends me over the edge. With Damien inside me, his cock pulsing as I ride him with abandon, my orgasm builds like a storm ready to break.

I ride the wave, the pleasure cresting, and as my pussy tightens around Damien’s cock, the knife is an extension of mywill, and with one swift motion, I slice into him again, a thin line in the centre of his chest.

Damien’s roar of pleasure and pain echoes off the walls. His hands grip my hips tighter, almost bruising in their intensity, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure.

Alistair’s mouth on my nipples is possessive and wild, claiming me as much as I have claimed them.

Ben’s touch is like fire on my skin, igniting every nerve ending while Charlie orchestrates my pleasure with masterful precision. I am lost in them, in this moment where nothing else exists but us and the dark love that binds us together.

With a forceful thrust from Damien that hits just right, my climax tears through me again. It’s a cataclysmic event that leaves no part of me untouched by its force. My vision whites out as I scream out their names—a litany to the gods of our union.

Damien unloads into me, his cum a hot stream of lust pooling in my pussy ready to slide back out when he withdraws. But I’m not done with him yet.

Leaning over as the other men remove their hands from me, I grip the knife tighter.

Quickly and as neatly as I can, I carve my name down Damien’s chest, leaving trails of blood in my wake.

“Mine,” I purr, and he groans, closing his eyes as a sense of peace washes over his features that is gone before it even really settled.

“Yours.”

Charlie doesn’t wait a moment longer. He drags me from Damien, and I drop the knife as he kisses me fervently, settling me over his erect cock and thrusting up hard and fast as he fucks me with a desperation that matches the hunger in his eyes.

Ben comes up behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. He whispers into my ear, “You’re ours, Ever. Every fucking inch of you.” His hands trace down mysides, leaving a trail of fire as he reaches around to pinch and twist my nipples that Alistair had so eagerly devoured moments ago.

Alistair doesn’t keep his distance for long. Moving close, he captures my lips with his, swallowing my moans as Charlie fucks me deeper.

Ben pushes me forward and positions his cock at my pussy. Charlie leans back, and with one hard thrust, Ben shoves his cock into me alongside Charlie’s, stretching me in a way that makes my mind blank with the intensity of it. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much, but it’s exactly what I crave—what I need from them.

“Fuck,” I gasp, sandwiched between their bodies, impaled on their cocks. My body is a vessel for our collective pleasure, a temple where we worship the profane connection we share.

Charlie’s hands grip my waist tightly as he and Ben move, their rhythms synchronised to drive me to another peak. The pleasure is blinding, and I cling to Alistair like he’s my lifeline as his mouth devours mine, his tongue duelling with mine in a dance as desperate as the one our bodies are engaged in.

Alistair breaks the kiss and leans back to watch the act, a dark glint in his eyes that tells me he’s savouring every second of this scene. He runs a hand through my hair, holding it back from my face so he can see every expression that crosses it.

I can feel everything building inside me again—the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“Ever,” Ben groans from behind me. “You feel so fucking good.”

I can’t hold back anymore. With a keening cry, I come around them both, my inner walls clenching down on their shafts. Charlie follows with a loud curse, spilling himself inside me, and then Ben with a grunt of release.

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