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"You're fucking perfect," he growls into my mouth. "So fucking perfect. And mine." "Ours," comes a voice from behind him. "She's perfect and ours."
She relaxes slightly. "And what's the plan if they do try to take me?" "We kill them," the three of us say in unison.
If looks could kill, I'd be in a puddle of blood—pretty much the way I intend to go if I can't be balls-deep in Avery post-nut when I die.
Little Killer – You are my absolute everything. Everyone deserves the chance to love you too. So, if your heart belongs to three people, then that's okay. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what happens.
"Food is food," he says happily. "I'd prefer you sprawled out on the buffet, but this is good too."
"Show me," I say, curling my fingers inside of her. "Show me what you look like when you come. I want to make you come so hard that it will ruin your life in the best fucking way possible."
Damon leans over me, his chest pressing into my back as he kisses my shoulder blades, brushing my hair aside. "I've waited so long to be inside you," he murmurs against my skin. "You feel even better than I imagined in my dreams."
"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi," he whispers, placing kisses over my neck and jawline. I don't know what the words mean, but I do know one thing. Now that I have him, I'm not letting him go.
He rips my skirt and underwear down my legs in one clean swoop. Dragging a finger along my slit, he looks up at me, voice firm. "This belongs to us. And with that, it means we will protect you."
"Let's get you back upstairs," Grey says gently. "Before the guards find us naked in the morgue and I have to kill them for seeing your perfect, thoroughly-fucked body."
