Chapter 552

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter

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Evaline:

I didn’t wait for either of their response. My fingers were already working on the fourth button of his shirt.

Despite myself, I failed to slow down. But my fingers still did a fantastic job despite the rush.

A quiet breath left Kieran as I pushed the fabric open, my palms flattening against his bare skin. Warm. Solid. Familiar in a way that made something deep inside me curl tight with need.

I dragged the shirt down past his shoulders, letting it fall wherever it pleased, and then my hands were free… gliding over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle, dipping over his abdomen like I was memorizing him all over again.

My arms slipped around his neck, pulling him down to me.

The kiss I gave him this time was nothing like before.

It wasn’t restrained.

It was hungry.

My lips moved against his, teasing first, then demanding more. I bit down lightly, tugging on his lower lip just enough to make him exhale sharply before my tongue slipped past his defenses and met his.

The kiss deepened instantly… slow and consuming, the kind that made the world tilt and narrowed everything down to heat and breath and shared hunger.

Through the overwhelming sensations, I felt Oscar stepping back before I heard the faint sound of fabric shifting. I didn’t have to look to know what he was doing. My pulse kicked harder, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

Seconds later, proof pressed against my back.

Bare skin.

Solid muscle.

Heat.

Oscar’s chest molded against me, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible. He reached around gently, turning my head just enough for him to capture my mouth in a kiss that matched the one I had just shared with Kieran… deep, confident, and utterly unrestrained.

I melted into it.

My hands instinctively reached back, my fingers curling into warm skin as if anchoring myself. The sensation of being kissed by Oscar while Kieran’s presence still surrounded me was dizzying… too much and never enough all at once.

And then Kieran moved.

I felt his lips trail downward, leaving a line of warmth in their wake… along my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. His kisses were slower now, unhurried, reverent, as if he was savoring every inch of me. My breath stuttered with every touch, my body responding instinctively.

Oscar didn’t stop kissing me.

If anything, he deepened it, keeping me grounded as Kieran continued his slow exploration, his mouth pressing kisses along my torso until the air shifted and I realized he was no longer standing in front of me.

He was lower.

Much lower.

A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it as his lips brushed my inner thigh… just once, barely there, but enough to send sparks racing through my veins. My grip tightened instinctively on Oscar, my knees threatening to give out as sensation layered upon sensation.

Kieran’s touch was maddeningly slow.

Teasing.

Measured.

Like he was fully aware of exactly how close I already was to unraveling.

I gasped when he guided one of my legs higher, settling it securely over his shoulder, giving him access while keeping me steady.

I sighed into the kiss as Kieran’s fingers pulled my panty aside, baring my core to him right before he leaned in and his tongue licked a path between my folds. And the moment his tongue moved over my clit, I was gone.

My head tipped back against Oscar’s shoulder as sensation bloomed… sweet, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

Oscar’s lips left mine briefly, only to trail lower, his mouth brushing my jaw, my throat, my shoulder. When he finally reached my spine, his attention was gentle but purposeful, he finally undid by bra, letting it join the rest of clothes on the floor.

And then his tongue was circling my nipples that hardened instantly under his sweet attention.

The two of them… they were in perfect sync… licking, sucking, teasing. They knew exactly what they were doing to me, and they were enjoying every second of it.

Kieran slipped two of his fingers inside me, causing me to groan out loud. I reached out, curling my fingers into his long hair and tugging on it just enough to make him groan.

He picked up his speed, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster while his tongue continued to lick my throbbing clit.

And Oscar wasn’t going easy on me either. If anything, his tongue and hands were pushing me closer to the edge.

I was drowning in it.

Every nerve felt alive.

Every breath shaky.

But just when I felt myself tipping too far… when the tension inside me stretched to the breaking point… Kieran stopped.

They both stopped and pulled away as if they had it all planned.

The sudden absence of their touches made me cry out softly. My body was still reaching for what was no longer there.

I looked down, breathless, only to find Kieran rising smoothly to his feet, his gaze dark and deliberate.

That look alone nearly undid me.

Then I felt Oscar’s hand on the small of my back. He helped me the rest of the way out of what little I had left on, his touch careful but sure as he guided me backward toward the bed. The cool sheets met my skin as I lay back, angled just enough that I knew River could still see us clearly from the screen.

The thought sent another shiver through me.

Oscar followed, settling between my legs with an easy confidence that made my pulse race. I watched him reach for the condom Kieran just pulled out from his bedside drawer. His movements were unhurried, almost taunting.

His eyes lifted to mine, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips.

“Well,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “since our audience is watching… I think we should make this unforgettable… for all of us p>

And just like that, the air crackled… thick with promise, anticipation, and everything that had yet to happen.