One too Many

Chapter 46 🌶️

Dominic

The silence that followed our confrontation with Eva was thick, suffocating. I could still see her cowering form burned into my retinas, the way she'd pressed herself against that stark white wall like she could disappear into it. But it wasn't satisfaction I felt looking at her broken state, it was something rawer, hungrier.

I needed to touch Samara. Needed to feel her warmth, her strength, her life pulsing beneath my hands to wash away the poison Eva had left in my veins.

Ian felt it too. I could see it in the way his jaw was locked, the way his hands kept flexing at his sides as we walked back through the pristine hallways of the lower level. The others had gone ahead, giving us space to process, but the three of us moved together in weighted silence.

"I need—" I started, then stopped.

"I know," Samara said softly, her hand finding mine. "Me too."

The elevator ride to her floor felt endless. Ian stood behind us, his presence a solid wall of barely contained need. When the doors finally opened, we didn't make it past the living room.
I pulled Samara against me, my mouth finding hers with desperate hunger. She melted into me, her small hands fisting in my shirt, and for a moment the world narrowed to just this, her taste, her scent, the soft sound she made when Ian's hands spanned her waist from behind.

"Darling," I breathed against her lips. "I need you. We need you."

She nodded, understanding flooding her eyes. "Take me upstairs."

And upstairs we went, straight to bed.

I gazed at Samara, my heart swelling with love for her. Her hip-length hair was braided, framing her striking eyes.

Ian and I shared a glance, our hearts aching for the comfort only Samara could provide. We had been hurt before, our ex leaving us with scars that are hard to heal. But Samara was different. She was our sanctuary, our safe haven.

"Darling," I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness. I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. She blushed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. I could feel her heart racing, her breath hitching as my hand trailed down her body, teasing her through the thin fabric of her shirt.

Ian joined us, his large hand gently cupping her face. "Tiny beauty," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble. He kissed her, his lips moving against hers in a slow, sensual dance.

Samara moaned softly, her hands reaching out to touch us. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the fear of the unknown. But she trusted us, and that meant everything.

I took off her pants and shirt followed by her bra, unable to wait. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I leaned down, my tongue flicking over one nipple as Ian did the same to the other.

Samara gasped, her back arching as we sucked and teased her. I could feel her arousal, her pussy wet and ready for us. I moved my hand between her legs, my fingers slipping beneath her panties to find her clit.

She moaned, her hips bucking as I rubbed her clit. Ian moved his hand to join mine, his fingers slipping inside her. She was so wet, so ready for us.

I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses down her stomach. I hooked my fingers in her panties, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Her pussy was beautiful, glistening with her arousal.

I spread her legs wider, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She was sweet, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I licked her, my tongue dipping inside her before moving up to her clit.

My Darling moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers pumping inside her.