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With slow, purposeful strokes, Dominic began to cleanse Asa’s body. His hands glided over the swell of her breasts, the peaks pebbling under his attention. He traced the gentle curves of her waist, her hips, her thighs—every caress stoking the flames of her desire higher.
Asa’s breath came in shallow pants, her body arching into his touch, silently pleading for more. Dominic’s gaze locked with hers, his eyes dark with promise and possession, as he continued his sensual exploration of her form.
He massaged her breasts, his touch firm yet gentle, making her suck in her breath as a shiver of pleasure coursed through her. He toyed with her nipples lovingly, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
As the water cascaded down around them, Dominic leaned in, capturing the sensitive spot on her neck with his lips. He kissed and nibbled at the delicate skin, his tongue tracing a path of fire that sent shivers down her spine. The heat of his breath mingled with the steam, enveloping them in a cocoon of desire.
Slowly, Dominic slid his hand down her body, the suds from the body gel creating a slick trail that only heightened the sensation of his touch. He reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers delving into the soft, sensitive folds that guarded her most intimate secrets.
Asa gasped, her body tensing as Dominic’s fingers found her clit, stroking and caressing the swollen nub with a skill that left her breathless. He teased her mercilessly, his touch alternating between featherlight and firm, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
With a low growl, Dominic inserted his fingers deep inside her, the intimate invasion making Asa cry out in ecstasy. She clung to him, her nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume her.
Dominic’s fingers moved with purpose, each stroke and caress designed to drive her closer to the edge. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, her muscles tightening around his fingers as she neared her release.
Asa’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing against his as she surrendered to the pleasure that consumed her. Dominic’s lips found hers, his kiss deep and possessive as he claimed her mouth with the same ardor that he claimed her body.
With a final, powerful stroke, Dominic sent Asa tumbling over the edge, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. He held her tightly, his arms a steel band around her waist as he supported her through the intense waves of her orgasm.
As the last tremors subsided, Dominic gently withdrew his fingers, his touch tender as he cleaned away the remnants of her release. He kissed her, his lips conveying a promise of the pleasures yet to come.
Dominic’s heart thundered in his chest as he turned off the shower, the steam swirling around them like a sensual veil. He wrapped a plush towel around Asa’s delicate form, his hands lingering on the soft terrycloth as he dried her porcelain skin.
Once she was tended to, Dominic quickly toweled off his own body, the water droplets cascading down his sculpted muscles in rivulets. He couldn’t resist stealing glances at Asa, her beauty amplified by the flush that painted her cheeks and the fullness of her kiss-swollen lips.
Dominic scooped Asa into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her damp hair clung to the curves of her face and neck, accentuating her ethereal allure in a way that made Dominic’s breath catch.
As he emerged from the bathroom, Dominic’s piercing gaze found Xavier and Lucian deep in conversation, their voices a low murmur. At the sight of their brother and his precious cargo, both men rose to their feet, their eyes drinking in the vision before them.
Asa’s skin glowed with a radiant flush, the aftermath of their intimate shower still evident in the rosy hue that adorned her flesh. Her lips, swollen and reddened from Dominic’s hungry kisses, beckoned for more, tempting his brothers with their full, inviting pout.
And her hair—those pale-platinum tresses clung to the delicate curves of her body, framing her angelic features in a way that made Dominic’s chest swell with possessive pride. She was a goddess, a temptation too exquisite to resist, and the way Xavier and Lucian’s gazes darkened with desire only fueled the fire burning within him.
Dominic lowered Asa onto the plush expanse of the bed, her form sinking into the luxurious sheets. He allowed the towel to fall away, baring her to their hungry eyes, and the sharp intake of breath from his brothers was music to his ears.
Dominic drank in the sight of her, his gaze devouring every inch of her exposed skin, committing every dip and swell to memory. The urge to claim her, to possess her completely, burned through his veins like liquid fire, and he knew his brothers felt the same primal pull.
Without breaking eye contact, Dominic climbed onto the bed, his powerful frame towering over Asa’s delicate form. He lowered himself onto her, their bodies melding together in a perfect union, and captured her lips in an impassioned kiss that spoke of his unquenchable hunger.
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2 Years Prior
I remembered the night I first laid eyes on them—Dominic, Xavier, and Lucian Davenport—as if it were yesterday, every detail etched into my memory with vivid clarity. It was at the lavish twenty-first birthday celebration of the renowned socialite, Evelyn Sinclair. I was eighteen, the adopted pearl in the hands of Meredith and Gregory Whitmore, and they decided it was time for me to be showcased as their prized possession.
The event was renowned, a spectacle where wealth and status were not just displayed but paraded with flamboyant pride. The ballroom was a dazzling display of opulence, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the well-heeled guests. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the chatter of the city’s most influential figures.
Men boasted tailored suits that whispered of Italian craftsmanship, while women dazzled in gowns spun from dreams and precious stones. They moved through the rooms like swans—graceful but untouchable—each person more important than the last, or so their poised chins and haughty eyes would have you believe.
In my room, hours before, I had fought back tears of reluctance. I didn’t want to go. These events were a reminder that I was an outsider, an accessory to the Whitmores’ aspirations. The girls my age often looked through me with disdain or ignored me entirely, their gazes laced with scorn for the girl who was merely adopted into prominence.
Yet there I stood among them, donned in a gown that seemed to be woven from moonlight itself. It hugged my figure before cascading down in a flow of silk and lace that shimmered with each step I took. The color, a delicate silver, complemented my alabaster skin and made my pale hair gleam even brighter. For a moment, I could almost forget my apprehensions, cocooned in the beauty of the dress that made me feel for once, like I belonged.
But then they arrived—Dominic, Xavier, and Lucian Davenport.
A hush fell as the three brothers made their entrance, commanding an aura of power and affluence that left the entire room in awe. Impeccably tailored in bespoke suits that surely cost a small fortune, they moved with an effortless grace that belied their commanding presence.
Dominic led the way, his aura one of undisputed command, his chiseled features and intense gray eyes exuding an unmistakable dominance that seemed to part the crowd before him. Xavier closely followed, his presence less imposing but no less captivating; his tousled dark waves spoke of an intellect as deep as the ocean his eyes mirrored. And Lucian, with his charming smile and easy confidence, rounded out the trio—the picture of suave sophistication.
