Page 144 of Incoronate
I dragged them back to his face with tremendous effort, the pleasure coursing through me so completely it was almost impossible to hold onto anything. A thought. A breath. A single coherent sensation that wasn’t him.
The corner of his mouth curved, fully satisfied and devastatingly sexy. It made me want to dedicate the rest of my life to making him look at me just like that. Like I was the only thing worth looking at in any room he’d ever walked into. Like he’d burn the rest of them down just to keep his eyes on me.
It was the way he’d always made me feel.
His hands gripped my hips harder, angling me, and whatever he found at that angle made every muscle in my body go taut at once. The pressure built fast and merciless, my fingers clawing into Dominic’s forearms, my heels pressing into the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer even as my body struggled to accommodate all of it.
Trace’s hands banded around my waist from behind, holding me firm, anchoring me between them as Dominic’s pace pushed higher.
“I can’t—” I gasped.
“Yes you can,” said Trace against my ear, low and certain. “Just let go.”
The orgasm barreled through me without warning, cresting so fast I had no time to brace for it. Dominic sealed his mouth over mine, swallowing the cry that tore up my throat, his hips stuttering once, twice, before he buried himself deep and groaned against my lips, his whole body shuddering with his release.
Neither one of us moved as our breathing came out ragged and uneven, our foreheads still resting against each other’s. It felt like forever and not nearly enough. I was barely even coherent when he finally pulled back from me to press one last kiss against my lips before straightening.
I felt Trace shifting beneath me, heard the soft sound of fabric moving, his shirt already gone at some point I’d missed entirely. The rasp of his zipper. He lifted me slightly, just enough, and I heard him exhale roughly as he freed himself.His hands gripped my hips and he brought me back down, seating me fully onto him until I felt every inch of him buried inside me.
The breath left my body completely.
He held me there against him, his chest pressed against my back, his fingers digging into my hips as though it were taking a considerable amount of effort to restrain himself. Every point of contact between us was charged and electric. Every second he gave me to acclimate was a second costing him something, and I could feel it in the tension of his hands, in the controlled stillness of his body beneath mine, in the unsteady pull of his breath against the back of my neck. For one fleeting second, I thought he was going to be gentle about it.
He was not.
He drove up into me hard and my whole body jolted forward. His arms locked around me, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he set a pace that was nothing like Dominic’s. Where Dominic had been precise and consuming, Trace was fervent and relentless, every thrust pushing the breath out of me before I could catch it back.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed against my hair, his voice wrecked in a way I’d never quite heard from him before as he slowed his pace for a beat. “You have no idea what you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”
“Please…” I cried, my whole body arching back into him. “Don’t stop…”
A low sound rolled out of Dominic, something between a growl and a groan that pulled my eyes to him instantly. He’d settled onto the edge of the coffee table, palms splayed behind him, his body looking like something sculpted in the low amber light of the room, all clean lines and carved muscle. The look on his face was pure, unguarded hunger, asthough watching me come apart on Trace was its own kind of pleasure, one he had absolutely no interest in hiding.
Trace’s arms tightened around me as his pace picked up again, each thrust driving harder and deeper into me than the last.
“Oh, god…”
“You like that?”
“OH, GOD…”
All I could do was grip his forearms and hold on as he drove into me higher and deeper, the pleasure coiling so tight inside me it bordered on unbearable. My nails raked down his arms as the edge rushed up faster than I could track. His hand came up and gripped my jaw, turning my face toward his, and his mouth found mine as he pushed into me one last time. His tongue slid against mine and I felt him shudder hard as we both came apart at the same moment, swallowing each other’s sounds in the soft amber hush of the room.
For a long time after, neither of us moved.
I sat there draped against Trace’s chest, Dominic’s fingers trailing idly up and down my calf as the city lights bled silently through the glass all around us. My whole body felt wrung out and luminous all at once, as though something had been burned clean through me and left nothing but warmth in its place.
Nobody spoke. Nobody needed to. The three of us just breathed together in the amber glow of the room, tangled and spent and closer than we’d been in what felt like years, and for one suspended stretch of time I let myself have it. All of it. The warmth and the closeness and the rare, fragile luxury of not bracing for whatever was coming next.
But it was coming. We all knew it. Tomorrow was sitting just on the other side of the dark, patient and immovable, and no amount of warmth was going to push it back.
I closed my eyes and pressed a little deeper into Trace’s chest.
Tonight, we were still here. Still whole, and still together.
Tomorrow, we went to war.
47. PER SANGUINEM
