Page 101 of Devoted

The turquoise water was as clear as glass, small schools of fish darting along the frothy waterline. Brine hung on every breeze, the rhythmic hush of waves echoed from the walls, and above us, gulls cried into the endless blue sky. Everything went blurry, my breaths coming fast as what they’d done sank into my soul.

This place felt like a refuge the gods had hidden away for themselves.

And right now, it belonged to us.

I turned slowly, only to find Gabriel watching me with a quiet tenderness that undid something in my chest, blissful warmth flooding through me as sunlight danced over my skin. Dante looked unbearably happy, and even Nico, finally smiling, leaned lazily against a sun-warmed rock where a pile of towels was stacked.

I blew out an unbelieving breath, waiting for the illusion to disappear.

This was too good to be true.

“We have nowhere to be. Nothing to do for about five hours.” Gabriel took my hand, his thumb brushing softly across my knuckles. “You’ve been carrying too much for so long, bella,” he said, his voice gentle enough to crack my heart open wide. “Today, you don’t have to.”

Dante stepped closer, sunlight catching in his dark hair as he smiled. “No monsters. Nobody trying to kill us.” His grin widened. “Just you. And us. And this place.”

Nico crossed the last few steps between us, his warm fingers slipping beneath my chin until I looked up at him. “We brought you here because it’s your turn to be pampered,” he murmured. “You’ve spent so much time protecting us, princess. Now let us take care of you.”

Something inside me loosened, like the tide slipping back from the stones. My shoulders loosened as the tension I’d carried for months bled away with every slow breath of salt air. This hidden beach felt impossibly safe, like a secret carved into the bones of the Adriatic. A dark, desperate yearning filled me, and when Nico’s lips met mine, I let myself believe that the world outside this place didn’t exist.

I closed my eyes and sank into the kiss, sank into this heady feeling of freedom, of pleasure slowly unfurling as his skilled tongue explored my mouth, of Dante’s—and Gabriel’s—hands on my body as they stripped off my clothes with careful, agonizing slowness.

I lost myself to them, drowning in their mouths and lips and fingers, in rough, calloused hands, used to violence, handling me like a precious treasure, in the way their powerful bodies trembled with restraint as they worshipped me.

This was the first time we’ve all been together, I thought wonderingly.

Properly been together.

A thrill of excitement raced through my bones and settled between my legs like a spark.

Every inch of skin they bared earned a husky groan of approval, a kiss, a word of praise—beautiful, exquisite, sublime. They washed over me in heady waves until I was half drunk on them, head spinning as they laid me down in the shade on a nest of soft towels. Nico carefully tucked another beneath my head before he rocked back on his heels, looking supremely pleased with himself.

“I found this place, just so you know. We’ve been keeping it a secret for days, waiting for the right time to bring you here.”

“Always such a show-off,” Dante muttered, unbuttoning his pants. Then he pulled his cock out and stroked, his big hand working that heavy length as he stared down at me with eyes bluer than the ocean behind him. “How do you want us, moglie?” he asked softly. “We are at your command, and we are here to make you feel good. So, what will it be? Mouths and fingers and tongues? Or do you want our cocks?”

“All of you. Everything you said. I want it all,” I managed, staring past Dante to where Gabriel dropped the last of his clothing onto the sand, prowling toward me like he meant to eat me alive. He fell to his knees beside me, cock dark and veined, bobbing as he leaned in to cradle my breast, running his thumb over my aching nipple.

My body was in flames as I arched into his caress, unraveling faster than I could hold myself together. Then Nico was kneeling on my other side, and a second set of hands traced over my body, his mouth on mine until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care.

“You were made for us,” Gabriel murmured, his mouth drifting down my body, lifting my leg up to move underneath, then resting my heel on one shoulder. He repeated the move, then he was pressing forward, stretching me, opening me up, pinning me down.

His mouth landed on me with the ferocity of a starving male, and fire flooded through my veins until I couldn’t hear over the roar. He flattened his tongue over my center and licked, sucked my clit into his mouth and clamped down with his teeth, and when I yanked at his hair, he did it all over again.

He worked me mercilessly until I was keening out his name, writhing beneath him.

“Please, Gabriel… Please… I need you inside me. Gods.”

“Hang onto that thought, bella.” He chuckled. Gently lifting my feet and kissing each toe, he then set them down onto the towel, thigh muscles trembling as my legs fell apart, my fingers slipping between them to work my clit.

Gabriel disappeared, and it was Dante blocking out the sky, pressing the crown of his cock to my entrance and thrusting forward with a grunt, pressure turning to pleasure the moment he seated himself inside, elbows planted on either side of my head as he stared down at me with a reverent sort of awe.

“You feel…” He swiveled his hips, pupils blown so wide, there was no blue left, only a lust-hazed black. “You feel so good. I can feel you tightening around me. Fuck…” Dante dropped his head and pulled out, then pushed back in, slow enough I felt every inch, his thick crown pushing through clenching muscle and hungry flesh.

Then he was unleashed, snapping his hips into mine in short, ruthless thrusts, my hands gripping his shoulders, hanging on as he slowed, then stopped, dropping his forehead against mine, our breaths coming fast, hearts beating in sync.

Then my husband slid his arm beneath me, held me against him and rolled.

Cove and sky spun, and I ended up on top, every wriggle of my hips pushing his cock deeper until he let out a ragged hiss.