𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍 The Last Witch

Fourteen

Eden

Jericho brings a hand between my thighs, slipping two fingers into me as his thumb rests against my clit, rubbing it gently.

Damien brings his mouth to one of my breasts, biting it with his teeth, then licking my nipple gently, soothing it.

I'm not sure when I ended up on my back again as both men sit on either side of me, doing whatever they please with my naked body.

My moans fill the large roam, unable to hold back as my mates quickly bring me to an orgasm. My back arching off of the bed, pressing my breasts against Damien's face as I feel myself tighten around Jericho's fingers.

I'm being picked up and moved around, suddenly I'm in Damien's lap, straddling him as we face each other. "You've never felt pleasure such as this, Eden. I can promise you that." Jericho says against the back of my neck as he reaches both hands around me to grab my breasts, squeezing and massaging them.

"But neither have we." Damien says, looking into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I question, looking at Jericho over my shoulder before I turn back to Damien.

"We have never been with anyone in our true forms before. Only you will experience our darkness in such ways. You're the only woman we will ever cum inside of." Jericho says quietly.

"The only one who can handle our darkest form of magic, and feel pleasure from it. The only one who can handle our fire." Damien finishes.

"What do you mean though?"

Damien's tongue darts out to lick his lip as he eyes me. "Let us show you."

I bite my own lower lip, feeling nervous again. Their darkest form of magic?

"We would never do anything to hurt you." Jericho says as he kisses my spine, lower and lower his lips trail my skin.

"I'm not worried about being hurt, I trust you both." I inhale deeply. "Show me your fire."

"There is not much to see, sweet mate. But you will feel this, and it will be like nothing you've ever felt before." I shiver at Jericho's words.

"Oh, there will actually be plenty to see when we're finished." Damien chuckles.

All is silent for a moment as I feel the shift in the very air around us as both my mates speak in a gravely dark tone.

"Permitto enebris et ignis consūmere."

(Latin translation: Let darkness and fire consume.)

Nothing matters.

Nothing but this moment.

All else ceases to exist as my cries of pure ecstasy escapes my lungs.

Each touch ignites every nerve within my body in the most delicious way.

I sit between both men, Damien in front of me with Jericho behind me. As Damien trails his fiery touch down my stomach, Jericho leaves a scorching trail of kisses down my spine.

Their touch leaving red hot marks behind. But it doesn't hurt. No. This is bliss.

Fire.

What a beautiful way to describe something so powerful. Such a fitting name for their dark magic as it ignites my very being on fire with nothing but raw, hungry, unashamed flames of lust and power.

I feel it course through my very soul.

Their power.

Their pleasure.