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Keegan stepped forward, corralling her towards the wall until her back pressed against the cold stone. He fought to keep his touch light as he cupped his hands around her waist, drawing her close. She stared up at him, her hands timidly reaching for his shoulders as he pressed his cock against the soft mound of her sex. She gasped, but didn't struggle, widening her stance just enough she could cradle his shaft between the lips of her sheath.

The groan he'd been holding back broke from his chest as her sensuous flesh parted for him. Even through both their clothes, there was no mistaking the slide of her juices as he moved along her slit, scraping the rough fabric against her clit. Her mouth opened slightly and the softest of moans caressed his skin.

He bent over her, licking the fullness of her lips. "Tell me your name, sweetness." His voice was low and gravelly, and he knew she heard the lust in it. He wasn't just asking for her name. He was asking what to shout when he came inside her.

"Mira."

Her reply was whispered on a gasp as he brushed his thumb across her breast, flicking her nipple as he dipped inside the bodice of her dress. It wasn't a flattering frock by any means, but he didn't care. She'd look far better naked and spread out before him, her glistening sex bared to his gaze.

Mira inhaled as he pinched the tight peak, exposing it to the cool air, before bending down and laving it with his tongue. She tasted like warm honey and he pulled at the other side, needing to taste that nipple as well.

"You haven't told me your name yet," she said, pushing her breast into his mouth. "What shall I call you?"

Keegan pulled back, loving how her eyes had darkened. He was finding it hard to concentrate with the smell of her sweet sex tantalising his senses. He'd caught her scent the moment he'd pushed her against the wall, and he knew if he slipped his hand beneath her dress, she'd be dripping her juice down her thighs. He cocked half his mouth into a smile at the thought.

"Well, my sweet Mira..."

His voice faded as her name triggered a memory.

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Gil shifted over, allowing Charlie to kneel beside him, both their heads lodged between her thighs. Charlie smiled up at her, angling her ankle over his shoulder, opening her up even wider. It was obvious he was a visual lover, like Gil, and enjoyed seeing her spread wide for them, her body completely at their disposal. He licked his lips, as if remembering the taste of her release in his mouth, and then lowered for one, quick swipe through her cunt.

"Mmm. It's like eating candy," he moaned, whispering his breath across her sensitive tissue.

Gil murmured his agreement, lapping at her juices, the soft sounds of his wet thrusts floating through the air. She arched into him, the familiar feeling already moving through her groin.

"Getting close already?" asked Gil, flicking his tongue against her clit.

"Please."

"Soon, baby. But first Charlie needs to get you ready."

Fallon stilled as she felt the cold press of lubrication against her ass. She didn't know when Charlie, or Gil, had gotten out the tube of gel, but Charlie was busy spreading it around her hole, softly slipping it inside. She moaned low and primal, feeling her body relax to let him inside.

"That's it, darling," said Charlie. "Just lay there and concentrate on Gil, and let me touch this pretty ass of yours. Oh, it's going to be so good. Gil fucking your sweet pussy, while I fill this beautiful ass. You'll never want us to stop."

Fallon groaned at his words, not sure if it was desire of fear beading her skin with small bumps. She'd never experienced double penetration and wasn't sure what to expect. She looked down, watching Gil sip at her clit while Charlie pushed two fingers inside her. Her body was hanging again, and if Gil would just press a bit harder, she'd come.

Gil glanced up at her as if hearing her thoughts. He pulled back, her juices coating his face. He smiled at her, watching Charlie press slowly in and out of her ass before adding two fingers to her pussy.

"Oh God."

The words sprang from her lips, her body twisting beneath them. Gil seemed to take that as his cue to move and curled his tongue back around her clit as the two men fucked her body with their fingers. Heat infused her nerves, her body so full she didn't see how it would ever accommodate their cocks. But she didn't have time to worry as Gil nipped at her tightly knotted nub and sent her careening over the edge. Her body contracted, trapping Charlie's fingers in her ass and Gil's in her cunt. Both men groaned in unison, revelling in the steady beat of her pulse through the thin walls separating them. She fell back to earth, her limbs going limp at her sides.

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Terryn could only stare at the man who held her captive with nothing more than his eyes. Sure she was wedged between his arms, her hands palming his broad chest, but it was his gaze that held her spellbound. Heat blazed from his pale eyes, turning the blue a deep shade of red. She blinked, a tendril of fear coiling in her stomach, but the crimson glow vanished. Her heart fluttered, making the world dip and sway. He looked more dangerous than the man crumpled on the pavement, but in a different way. His eyes spoke of heat and desire, of sexual promise and dark secrets. They burned like a man on the verge of discovering his greatest destiny, yet there was a sadness in them that tore at her heart.

He released a long, slow breath though his chest barely moved as the soft swirl of air danced along her neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She fought the desire to feel his muscles contracting beneath her fingers, using the last of her strength to keep her hands still. The man lowered his face to hers, brushing his lips along the curve of her neck until his words feathered across her ear.

"Tell me your name."

His voice was dark, like a thick fog curling across the land, slowly cloaking the landscape. Another shiver shimmied along her skin, beading it beneath her clothes. She tilted her head, unconsciously exposing her neck to him and jumped at the raw, beast-like growl that rumbled through his chest and into her hands. She drew back, pressing her head against the hard brick.

"Terryn." It was all she could say before the soft press of his lips against her skin robbed the rest of her breath. It wasn't quite a kiss, more like a gentle taste of her flesh, as if he wanted to categorise her very scent. He drew a deep breath, moaning at whatever aroma filled his head. She tried to move, but he inched closer, keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

"A very unusual name," he rasped, easing more of his body against her. The hard length of his cock pressed into her hip, and she contained all but a small whimper building in her chest. She'd never reacted this way to a man before and wasn't quite prepared for the sudden onslaught of emotion. The man smiled against her skin. She felt every movement as his lips kicked up at the sides. While she couldn't see it, she knew it was more of a sexual promise than a grin.

"And you are?" she managed to rasp, wishing the scenery would stop spinning long enough for her to catch her breath.

"My name is Rafael, but I prefer Rafe."

The deep timbre of his voice seeped into her, warming a hidden pool of moisture she didn't know existed. She'd only had one lover in her twenty-five years, and he'd been more of a desperation fuck than a boyfriend. But Rafe evoked sensations bordering on orgasmic with nothing more than the sultry echo of his words. She met his gaze as he eased away, instantly missing his heat. He stared at his hand as he reached up and caressed the smooth pendant around her neck again.