CHAPTER 281: THE SILK SCARVES (IV)

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter

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Evaline:

I didn’t know how long I had been lost to them.

Time didn’t exist anymore. Only sensation. Only heat. Only the steady rhythm of his hips slamming into mine, stretching me, filling me, taking me.

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 me was relentless, his thrusts hard, deep, angled just so that every stroke rubbed against the place inside me that made me 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 me no escape. His length drove into me again and again, stretching me tighter, pushing me higher.

And I shattered.

Another orgasm ripped through me like lightning, raw and merciless. I screamed, 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 time.

Then, suddenly, he was gone - slipping almost fully out before he drove in one last time with a guttural sound.

Heat flooded me, filling me 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 me in violent aftershocks.

But I wasn’t given time to recover.

The moment his weight shifted away, strong hands grabbed me, rolling me 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 me 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 me until I gasped aloud, arching into the sheets.

The sudden fullness stole the air from my lungs, a sharp cry breaking from me as my body clenched violently around him. I was still pulsing, still trembling from the last orgasm, and now he was there, filling me anew, stretching me 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 me with a hunger that bordered on savage, hips snapping hard, the sound of flesh meeting 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 me moaning uncontrollably. Each thrust pushed him deeper, hitting places inside me that had me 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 me with brutal possession.

My mind was spinning.

Who was inside me now? Oscar? Draven? Did it matter? The bonds made their energies blur together, left me 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 me, 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 me wide open, forcing me to take every brutal stroke. My bound wrists ached, my throat burned from the moans spilling out of me, and my body clenched faintly with the strain.

The orgasm tore through me with violent force.

The fifth one.

I screamed 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 me apart, wave after wave crashing through me until I thought I might break.

And still he moved.

Through my shuddering release, he thrust into me, chasing his own. My body fluttered around him, pulling him deeper, milking him until finally, with a guttural growl, he slammed into me one last time and spilled himself deep inside.

Hot. Thick. Filling me completely until I whimpered at the sensation of being so utterly claimed again.

The world spun around me.

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 me, 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.