Chapter 46Adrian
Chapter
Forty-Six
ADRIAN
M y fingers trail over Selene's skin as I slowly peel away the fabric clinging to her curves. Her breath hitches, and I feel a thrill run through me at the vulnerability she's offering up.
Lucien and Damien watch intently from either side, their gazes burning into my back. I ignore them, focusing solely on Selene as I reveal inch after inch of creamy flesh. She shivers under my touch, goosebumps rising in the wake of my caress.
Once she's bare before me, I take a step back to admire the sight. Selene's body is a work of art—soft and supple, with full breasts tipped with rosy nipples and a narrow waist flaring into lush hips. A triangle of dark curls conceals her most intimate secrets .
"Beautiful," I murmur, my voice low and husky with desire.
I reach out to cup Selene's face, tilting her head back to expose the elegant column of her throat. Leaning in, I press open-mouthed kisses along the delicate skin, savoring the taste of her. Each flick of my tongue against her pulse sends a jolt of electricity through me, stoking the flames of my arousal.
Selene's hands come up to tangle in my hair, holding me close as she arches into my touch. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I swallow it with a deepening kiss. My hands roam her body, mapping every curve and valley, committing them to memory.
Behind me, I'm aware of Lucien and Damien's heated stares, their own hunger palpable in the air.
I break the kiss, my breath mingling with Selene's as I gaze into her passion-glazed eyes. With a deliberate slowness, I sink to my knees before her, spreading her thighs wider apart.
My mouth finds her core, and I delve in, tasting the sweet essence of her arousal. Selene's gasp echoes through the chamber as my tongue explores her folds, lapping at her juices with increasing fervor. I can feel her trembling, her fingers digging into my scalp as she loses herself to the sensations.
From my position, I catch glimpses of Lucien and Damien's reactions - Lucien's eyes are half-lidded, his chest heaving; Damien's jaw is clenched, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. They're both clearly affected, their restraint fraying at the edges.
As I continue to lavish attention on Selene's dripping sex, I feel a presence looming over me. Glancing up, I see Lucien and Damien closing in, their faces etched with lust.
Without breaking contact with Selene, I gesture for them to ascend the altar steps. Lucien climbs onto the stone beside me, his muscular form radiating heat as he looms over Selene's prone body. Damien takes up a position at her feet, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her toes as if memorizing every detail.
Their proximity amplifies the erotic tension, the air thick with the scent of sex and anticipation. Lucien reaches out to brush a strand of hair from Selene's flushed face, his calloused thumb tracing her lower lip. Damien's large hands slide up her calves, thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin behind her knees.
I return my focus to Selene's slick folds, my tongue delving deeper as I lap at her clit. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure. I oblige, suckling gently on the swollen nub as I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that secret spot within.
Selene's cries grow louder, more desperate, her nails raking down my back as she teeters on the brink. Lucien and Damien mirror my actions, their mouths and hands working in tandem to bring our bound companion closer to the edge.
I can feel the thrum of energy building between us, the threads of our desires weaving tighter with each passing second. It's almost... tangible, this connection forged through pleasure and shared intent. And I know, deep in my core, that we're on the cusp of something monumental.