Warning: Mature content in the Chapter
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Evaline:
I didn’t know how long I had been lost to them.
Ti didn’t exist anymore. Only sensation. Only heat. Only the steady rhythm of his hips slamming into mine, stretching , filling , taking .
My chest heaved as air tore in and out of my lungs, and my blindfold pressed against my skin, turning my world into darkness. Every sense was stolen, narrowed until there was nothing but the sound of my moans, their low groans, and the slick, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding.
The man inside was relentless, his thrusts hard, deep, angled just so that every stroke rubbed against the place inside that made cry out. I could feel my body shift faintly under the force, a reminder of how vulnerable I was, how close to the edge of breaking completely.
My body was already wrung out from the first three orgasms, trembling, oversensitive... but he gave no escape. His length drove into again and again, stretching tighter, pushing higher.
And I shattered.
Another orgasm ripped through like lightning, raw and rciless. I scread, my body bowing sharply against the binds as the pleasure tore through my core. My walls clamped down on him hard, pulsing, fluttering around his length. I felt him groan against my skin, his pace faltering for the first ti.
Then, suddenly, he was gone - slipping almost fully out before he drove in one last ti with a guttural sound.
Heat flooded , filling deep, pulsing hot and thick inside until I gasped at the sheer intensity of it. My body clenched around him instinctively, milking him, holding him as if I didn’t want to let him go.
I collapsed back, boneless, trembling from head to toe, my chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. My mind spun, barely tethered to my body, bliss still pulsing through in violent aftershocks.
But I wasn’t given ti to recover.
The mont his weight shifted away, strong hands grabbed , rolling onto my side. My blindfold kept the world black, but I could feel everything - the cool sheets against my cheek, the binds tugging against my wrists. A hand curled under my thigh and lifted it, spreading open even as I whimpered from overstimulation.
And then, I felt him.
The second one.
Thicker, hotter, pressing against my soaked entrance with no hesitation. My body, already drenched and stretched from the first, offered no resistance. He slid in with one deep, sure thrust, burying himself inside until I gasped aloud, arching into the sheets.
The sudden fullness stole the air from my lungs, a sharp cry breaking from as my body clenched violently around him. I was still pulsing, still trembling from the last orgasm, and now he was there, filling anew, stretching all over again.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t comprehend anything but him.
He didn’t start slow.
No teasing. No testing.
He drove into with a hunger that bordered on savage, hips snapping hard, the sound of flesh eting flesh filling the air. My bound wrists jerked where he was holding them above my head, while I clung desperately to the sheets, blind and helpless, every nerve lit on fire.
The new angle had moaning uncontrollably. Each thrust pushed him deeper, hitting places inside that had crying out, begging though I didn’t even know what for. My belly was pressed into the sheets, my swollen breasts were brushing against the fabric, the binds biting harder into my wrists as my body twisted and strained under him.
A mouth found mine again.
Hot. Demanding. Familiar.
I didn’t taste myself on his tongue. But I still couldn’t tell who he was. He swallowed my cries, my gasps, his hand cupping the back of my head as he kissed with brutal possession.
My mind was spinning.
Who was inside now? Oscar? Draven? Did it matter? The bonds made their energies blur together, left drowning in heat and confusion. All I knew was the ruthless pace of his thrusts, the slick slide of his length, the way my body pulsed and fluttered helplessly around him.
I broke the kiss with a sob, my blindfold turning damp as I cried out again.
The overstimulation was unbearable.
Every thrust rubbed against my clit, every deep stroke pressed against the ache inside , every kiss stole my breath. My body, already pushed past its limit, spiraled toward another climax I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to.
"Please-" The word broke from my lips, weak and raw, swallowed again by the kiss.
He didn’t stop.
If anything, he moved harder, faster, his hips slamming against mine with relentless force. The hand on my thigh tightened, holding wide open, forcing to take every brutal stroke. My bound wrists ached, my throat burned from the moans spilling out of , and my body clenched faintly with the strain.
The orgasm tore through with violent force.
The fifth one.
I scread into the kiss, my body convulsing, walls clamping down so tight around him that I felt his rhythm falter. My legs trembled violently. My hips jerked helplessly as the climax ripped apart, wave after wave crashing through until I thought I might break.
And still he moved.
Through my shuddering release, he thrust into , chasing his own. My body fluttered around him, pulling him deeper, milking him until finally, with a guttural growl, he slamd into one last ti and spilled himself deep inside.
Hot. Thick. Filling completely until I whimpered at the sensation of being so utterly claid again.
The world spun around .
I collapsed against the sheets, trembling, my chest heaving as the last aftershocks faded. I could feel them both - one’s weight still pressing into , the other’s lips brushing faintly over my damp cheek.
I still didn’t know who was who.
And I was too tired to care anymore.
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