Chapter Forty Two
Nora's P.O.V
Then he began to pull—inch by inch, dragging the lace down my legs, his hands firm but patient. The air was thick with heat and the weight of every unspoken promise we were about to make real.
Killian leaned in, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was deep and unhurried, his hand cupping my jaw like I was something breakable—but his lips told a
different story. A story of hunger, of intent.
Then he moved lower, kissing along my jaw, down the curve of my neck, pausing at my collarbone to breathe me in. His hand slid across my chest, the
warmth of his palm sending sparks across my skin.
When his mouth closed over the tight peak of my breast, heat shot through me like lightning. His tongue teased, slow and deliberate, while his hand mirrored
the attention on the other side—firm, careful, coaxing another sound from my throat.
Below, I felt Leo’s hands tighten on my thighs, his breath ghosting over sensitive skin like a promise waiting to be claimed.
Killian’s mouth never left my skin, his pace unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to make me feel every inch of him.
Leo’s fingers entered me with slow, deliberate pressure. My breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as the sensation spread through me—hot, sharp, grounding.
His movements were careful at first, precise, reading every shift of my body, every sound I made like a language only he understood. One of his hands gripped
my thigh, holding me open for him, anchoring me while Killian’s mouth still worked against my skin, heat and devotion pouring from every kiss.
I arched into them—torn between the tension building below and the fire spreading through my chest. Every breath felt like too much and not enough, and I
didn’t want it to stop.
Leo’s mouth closed around me, I gasped—sharp and unrestrained. The sensation was too much, too perfect, and I cried out, my body arching instinctively
toward him.
I was already so sensitive, every nerve drawn tight, and his mouth was relentless—skilled, knowing, as if he was determined to unravel me completely.
Killian had moved, rising to his feet at the edge of the bed. But he didn’t interfere. He watched—eyes dark.
Heat curled low in my belly, building fast—too fast.
“Leo,” I breathed, the word catching on a moan, my fingers tangling in the sheets. “I’m—” I couldn’t finish. Couldn’t find the words through the tension coiling
tighter and tighter inside me.
He didn’t stop. If anything, his rhythm deepened—slower, more deliberate, like he wanted to feel every second of me breaking apart. Like he was savoring it.
Killian’s voice came low from beside me, rough and approving. “Let go, Nora.”
My body shook—wave after wave tearing through me, uncontrollable and consuming. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak—just held on as the pleasure crashed
over me, relentless and raw.
My hands clutched the sheets, Leo’s shoulders, anything to anchor myself as my back arched and my throat released a sound I couldn’t hold in. My vision
blurred, all thought slipping into static as the world narrowed to sensation.
Killian’s hand found mine, grounding, firm. I felt his breath at my temple, steady in contrast to the chaos unraveling inside me.
I was still catching my breath, chest rising and falling as I lay back against the pillows, my skin flushed and glowing from the aftermath.
Leo and Killian stood at the edge of the bed, silent but in sync, each undoing the buttons of their dark dress pants—movements slow, deliberate. My pulse
jumped all over again, that flicker of heat reigniting in my core at just the sight of them.
Leo’s eyes never left mine, dark with hunger but still soft at the edges. Killian’s gaze roamed over me like I was something precious and claimed—his, theirs.
I propped myself up on my elbows, biting my lip, breath still shaky.
“Nora,” Leo growled, voice thick, rough with restraint. “Stop biting your lip.”
I froze for a second, pulse thudding hard in my throat. His eyes were locked on me, glowing faintly in the low light, and there was something dangerous in the
way he looked at me—like the thread of his control was fraying by the second.
Killian’s smirk deepened as he glanced sideways at Leo, then back at me. “You’re driving him insane,” he said, like it was the most delicious fact in the world.
I dragged my teeth slowly across my bottom lip again—just to see what would happen.
Leo moved. Fast.
one second standing, the next he had me flipped effortlessly, my legs straddling his waist as I landed on top of him with a soft gasp.
His hands gripped my hips, holding me there, possessive and unyielding, like he’d claimed every inch of me the second I touched him.
“You think you’re in control now?” he murmured, voice dark silk against my throat.
Killian’s voice cut in low, amused from beside us. “Let her enjoy it, Leo. She is in control.”
My eyes locked with Leo’s, breath still shallow. “Am I?”
His hands slid up my sides, slow, reverent. “For now,” he rasped.
I rolled my hips—slow, intentional—and felt Leo’s breath hitch beneath me. That one motion pulled a growl from deep in his chest, his fingers tightening on my
waist like he was barely holding himself back.
I smiled down at him, wicked, breathless. “Still in control?”
His eyes flashed, dark and hungry. “Keep testing me, Nora. See how long that lasts.”
Behind me, I felt the bed shift—Killian’s presence drawing closer, heat at my back. His hand slid along my spine, steady and grounding, while Leo’s hands
never left my body.
Caught between them, power tangled with desire, and I didn’t want to escape it.
I rose up, hands braced on Leo’s chest, feeling the tension radiating through him like a live wire. His eyes locked on mine—waiting, watching, that barely
leashed hunger burning just beneath the surface.
I reached down, guiding him, breath catching as I slowly lowered myself onto him, inch by inch. His head dropped back with a low, guttural sound, hands
gripping my hips tighter as he sank into me.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice ragged.
Behind me, Killian’s hand slid up my back, steadying me as I moved—like he couldn’t take his eyes off the way I took control. His mouth brushed my shoulder,
his breath warm against my skin.
“I told you,” he murmured to Leo, voice thick with heat, “she was in control.”
Leo’s hands tightened, his eyes burning up at me, but he didn’t move—he let me set the pace, let me take him.
I rolled my hips again, slower this time, feeling the full stretch, the deep pressure of him filling me. My hands braced on his chest as I moved, and the growl
that tore from his throat sent heat rushing through me all over again.
Killian’s voice was a low command behind me. “Ride him, baby.”
I smiled, breathless, wicked. And I did.