Page 200 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“You really want me to fuck you, Eden?”

“Yes,” I breathe, lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes of his. Damn, he’s so gorgeous like this. “Kissme first, Jagger.”

He lifts my leg over his shoulder, opening me wide, and leans forward to claim my lips in the most lethal way. He thrusts both his tongue and cock inside me, and I don’t know how the hell he does it, but fuck, he’s grinding his hips and tongue simultaneously like he’s choreographed them to move.

The man is taking me apart, and just when I thought there was no way I had any energy left, I scream my orgasm out into his mouth, and it’s earth-shattering, mind-blowing, insane.

He only needs a few more pumps until he grunts out his climax and stays inside me a little longer to savor the moment.

“I love us connected like this,” I say, and he smiles at me, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.

“Forever,” he says, and I know he means it.

I lost them as boys, but as men, they’re mine.

I turn to look out my large bedroom window with a view of the vast landscape. The sun is beginning to set. A stunning yellow and orange seep through the glass.

This isn’t any ordinary love I have with these men.

Our love, immense and powerful, mirrors the vastness of this desert. Like the endless horizon that stretches before us, our bond knows no bounds. The strength of our connection is similar to the resilient dunes, standing steadfast against the shifting winds of time.

In the heart of this emotional landscape, our love is a force of nature, expansive and enduring.

I turn my focus to the man above me as he shifts his body off me and slumps to my side. He rests with his arm draped over my stomach as we both catch our breath.

I’ve been fucked over and over again for hours. These men are machines, and I’m not sure my body can take any more of them. But Asher gets up, naked and hung so beautiful, his muscles carved in ways that make my mouth water. He slides on the bed to my other side and kisses my lips as he lays on the pillow beside me.

Haze taps his brother on the shoulder, “Fancy a bit of a run before the sun sets?”

Callum looks up, a grin spreading across his face.

“Absolutely. How about we hit a new trail this time?”

Sounds perfect," Haze replies, putting on his shorts. "Maybe we can break our own record today."

Callum's grin turns mischievous. "Oh, you mean my record? You're always a few steps behind, bruv."

Haze chuckles, playfully rolling his eyes. "What? I leave you eating my dust every single time! I’ll do it again if it’s a race you want."

Callum raises a brow, but his mouth soon turns upward into a slow smirk.

"You're on. But just a heads up, I've been practicing my sprinting in secret."

Haze feigns surprise, smirking right back at him. "Secret sprinting, huh? We'll see about that. Prepare to be amazed, little bruv."

I hear them sharing a laugh as their voices trail off down the hallway, the solidarity between them evident. After all the battles these two have had with each other, the satisfaction that they have finally put down their swords and found their equilibrium is like a quiet sigh of relief.

Everything has fallen into place.

I turn my body to face Jagger. Asher, behind me, draws closer as my body molds to fit his. Over Jagger's shoulder, I gaze out the windows once more.

Us.

This.

It’s forever.

And even when we’re long gone, our love will endure like the boundless desert, stretching infinitely through generations, our eternal tale etched in the sands. Like the wind carrying whispers, the unending connection between five hearts echoing through the dunes. This love defies time's limits. In the simplicity of the landscape, where life can seem fleeting, the tale of eternal passion remains, floating in the soft whispers of the sandy winds.

I wrap my arm around Jagger, nestled between both men, capturing this precious moment to hold onto forever.