Chapter 165 Chapter 164

Chapter 165 Chapter 164
Aloria.

The wanton hunger that has been budding in me since forever starts to froth, my blood singing, every part of me sensitized and ready.

Draven finally stops dominating my lips to trail hot, heated kisses along the length of my jaw and around my earlobes, before finally bringing them down my neck to the sensitive skin on my shoulders. His hands have ridden my skirts up, gathering them to my waist, exposing my creamy thighs to his view...

"There..." he growls, nipping against the sensitive skin on my shoulders, his teeth grazing them, poised to bite.

He doesn't, however, choosing to draw deep lungfuls of my scent into his chest, his body pressed hard against mine, while Kairos brings out my breasts and begins to fondle them.

"You smell so good, Aloria," Draven breathes into my skin, his voice a gravelly rasp. "I could eat you up right now."

I mewl, arching my spine, feeling my insides clench and pulse, dribbling with more wetness as Kairos begins to pinch and fondle my taut nipples, the sensations driving me to a frenzy.

"Oh..." I moan, my breasts feeling incredibly heavy yet weightless against his palms. Kairos stands as an unmoving force behind my back, his growing bulge against my buttocks the only crack in his legendary composure.

I grind against it, mewling as he tugs at my nipples, pulling them tightly before rubbing against the tiny peaks to soothe the sting.

"You're so fucking incredible. So soft everywhere..." Kairos groans, his fingers digging into the soft mound of my breasts, molding them as he pleases.

Draven is already staring at me, his irises already black, his breathing hot against my skin.

"Remember... " He says, stopping for a moment to stare at me. "If it because too much, you can always tell us to stop wne we will. Understand?" He mutters, his voice rough.

I nod, the words hitting a still scarred, still bruised part of me that was forced to endure countless non consensual encounters like this. "Thank you for saying that." I whisper, my voice trembling slightly, filled with gratitude and love.

Draven nods, a low sound escaping his throat before he reaches to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it ardently, his other hand ripping my breeches off my body, his fingers gliding across my hot, wet core.

"Gods...!" I cry out, bucking against his fingers as they make contact with my swollen clit.

Draven is still sucking my breasts, while Kairos is fondling the other, and now his fingers have come to join the party. The dual sensation threatens to drive me absolutely wild.

"Oh... Draven! Oh... please...!" I cry out, humping against his fingers, desperate to chase that high.

Draven releases my nipples with a pop, pulling back to stare at me, his gaze heated. "Patience, my sweet; I haven't quite started with you yet."

The words have barely registered in my head when Draven's hands make contact with my pulsing center. A sharp cry escapes my lips, my spine arching so hard I'm surprised it doesn't break. The sensation of his cool, strong fingers making contact with my scorching, swollen core is almost too much to bear. I am so incredibly wet that his fingers don't just touch me; they slide in with a deep, squelching sound that makes my face burn with a fresh wave of scandalous heat, my legs already trembling.

"So wet..." Draven growls, leaning in to kiss me again. "You're just dripping all over me. You wanted us this bad, huh?" he asks, then attacks my lips in a possessive kiss, the words I want to say flying away.

"Oh! Oh, heavens!" I gasp, my eyes flying wide, the energy surging through me like a rogue wave; my skin starts to tingle, the heat beneath it becoming unbearable.

As Draven begins to move his fingers inside me, I feel as though my entire world has narrowed down to that single point of contact. The friction is divine. His fingers are so much larger, so much slenderer, and they are hitting my hidden spots just right, probing my depths and the sensitive parts of me with a precision that sends white hot sparks of pleasure straight to my brain.

Kairos is also causing his little chaos just behind me, spreading my thighs wider for his brother, nipping on my skin and pressing kisses to every part of my body that's available for him to touch.

It's too much... and yet, not enough.

My pussy is a desperate, hungry thing, clamping down on his fingers with every thrust. I am milking Draven, my internal muscles pulsing in rhythmic, involuntary spasms that try to pull him even deeper. The sheer volume of my arousal is staggering; as he works, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me is a wet, rhythmic slapping that sounds incredibly lewd in the quiet of the storage.

"D Draven... please..." I moan, my voice losing all its polite, soft spoken quality and dissolving into a series of needy, guttural whimpers. "Don't... don't stop! Faster... please, go faster!"

"Don't worry... I am going to give you everything you need. Just stay there and take it all," he growls, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Kairos uses that moment to begin to pull at the taut peaks of my breasts, the dual stimulation causing my brain to implode.

Draven doesn't slow down; if anything, his movements become more purposeful and intense. He finds the exact rhythm my body is screaming for, his fingers working with a masterful combination of deep, heavy thrusts and a relentless, swirling pressure against my swollen clitoris.

"Draven... Draven! Oh, oh my God!" My voice breaks into a high pitched, melodic wail. I am completely lost to the sensation. My eyes are rolled back, my head leaning against Kairos's chest, and my mouth is open in a silent, ecstatic scream. Kairos tilts my head further, then brings his lips down on mine in a crushing, possessive kiss, stifling my cries and giving me no outlet for the storm that's rising within me.

Too much... heavens... it's too much!

The tension in my body reaches a breaking point. It’s a physical pressure so intense it feels as though my very bones are vibrating. I can't scream, I can't move... I can't think. Everything has narrowed down to Kairos's lips on mine, Draven's fingers in me, and the glorious sensation of being pleasured.

Soon, my body begins to tighten, my insides pulsing around Draven's fingers... The inevitable wave of my orgasm is rising, rising, everything turning white, purple, and red.

Draven keys into it immediately. With one final, deep thrust and a sharp, swirling flick of his thumb against my nub, my world explodes.

"MMNMNNGH!!" I scream into Kairos's mouth.

My entire body stiffens, my back arching so high that Kairos's arms around my waist to help hold me still. A massive, violent orgasm rips through me, more powerful than anything I have ever experienced in my life. My walls seize up, clamping down on his fingers in a series of frantic, crushing contractions that feel like they might never end.