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“You’re so close, Cherry,” Ash murmured. “Now all you need to do is coat my cock in your come. Can you do that for me?”

He reached around and squeezed her swollen clit.

Hanna detonated on his cock, coming hard and fast, her pussy tightening like a vise around his hardness.

“Your turn, Captain,” Ash pressed. “Reward her for all that hard work.”

Nicco didn’t break eye contact as he thrust, once, twice, once more into Hanna’s welcoming mouth, before his body stiffened and he jerked against her, spilling into her mouth until her lips were stained cream with his release.

And that pushed Ash into the abyss, no more games, no more holding on, just losing himself to the sweet, hot pleasure of her, thrusting, rutting, taking Hanna until he felt her tighten up around him one more time, tighten, then explode, white-hot pleasure clenching his cock until Ash was spilling too, filling the condom with his thick, hot release, wishing he could claim Hanna’s sweet, tight little pussy for his own.

Knowing this claiming would have to be enough.

Knowing it never would be.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hanna tried to catch her breath, but her body still wracked with the aftershocks of pleasure release. She had known from the moment she had met Ash Rhodes all those years ago that their connection would be cataclysmic, known from the moment she had kissed Nicco on the balcony that there would be no going back after their fire consumed everything in its path.

But knowing something rationally and feeling the tremors and cooling slickness in her own body were two very different things.

She closed her eyes, startling only slightly when she felt a strong finger stroking her cheek.

“Hey, Han.” Ash’s words were low and rich, the honey whiskey of pleasure still coloring his tone. “How are you feeling?”

“Never better.” Her own voice had that syrupy sound to it, too, and she knew that one time in the dark wouldn’t be enough, not nearly enough to explore, to understand whatever it was that kept dragging the three of them back together, even when they all had such good reasons for staying apart.

The thought was a little too sobering, especially since she knew that the whole point of giving in was to keep the real world out, just for a little while, so she focused on the two men beside her. Ash looked like a knight after his battle, victorious, triumphant, wearing the scars of her nails and Nicco’s rough kisses like badges of honor.

She reached for Nicco’s hand without tearing her gaze from Ash. For some reason, it felt important that she keep him tethered to them, like he could float away at sea if they looked away for too long.

“We should get some sleep,” Ash murmured, pushing off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to dispose of the condom, and Hanna took the opportunity to study Nicco in the gold glow of the small lamps and the moon outside the window. Nicco was the moonlight, subtle, slicing through the dark with his cool glow. Ash was golden and bright, like the lamp casting the room in color. It was the two of them together that truly balanced, even if the balance was unexpected.

“Nic…” Hanna squeezed his hand. “Come here.”

She could see him pulling away, already trying to put distance between them, but she wasn’t going to allow that, not when the two of them together had pushed her to such a cataclysmic breaking point she was certain she’d never find again. To her surprise, Nicco let himself be pulled down to the bed. It took a moment of pushing off the rest of their tangled clothes, but soon Hanna had wrapped herself around him, half-pinning him to the mattress.

“What did you say to him?” she murmured, resisting the urge to lick the line of ink that ran down from the curve of his ear along the column of his neck. Barely. “When you spoke Italian?”

Nicco held her gaze, as if knowing exactly why Hanna was pushing, as if knowing that she wouldn’t give up until she got her answers. “I told him I wanted him,” he replied, running a big strong hand through her hair and tugging a little less than gently, as if to remind Hanna that she wasn’t the one in charge. The bite of pain only made shivers of pleasure and need race down her back.

“He called me his devil,” Ash said, stepping out of the bathroom. He was backlit, a soft glow catching the golden strands of his hair, making him look nothing like a devil at all, except for that dark, needy gaze in his eyes that told Hanna their time together was far from over.

Hanna turned to Nicco. “Does that make you our angel, then?” She bit her lip at the stormy expression that crossed his face. Nicco’s softness, if it could truly be called that, existed only in the shadowed spaces that few people rarely saw. At a glance, he was every bit the devil, with his dark hair and dark eyes and the glistening rings in his eyebrows, lip, and…elsewhere.

“Missed these…” she said, sliding down his chest to inspect the rings around his nipples. Without a second thought, Hanna darted out her tongue and licked the point where the cool metal met his peaked flesh.

Nicco hissed in a breath and tightened his grip on her hair. “Be careful, little Leone. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I won’t take you over my knee and turn your ass as pretty pink as your cheeks when you’re coming around his cock.”

Hanna scraped her teeth around the ring in his nipple, loving how it tightened under her touch, loving how the simple teasing pressure made his now free cock throb against her belly.

“Who says that’s not what I’m after?” she replied, before switching to the other nipple, teasing it with her tongue and teeth.

“Should have known it wouldn’t be enough to fill you up once,” Ash muttered, walking around the room until she sensed his strong presence at the foot of the bed. “Insatiable.”

Hanna turned to look at him. “Or maybe you just didn’t do a good enough job…”

Ash slipped a finger between Hanna’s slick folds, and she couldn’t keep the gasp from escaping no matter how hard she tried.