The heat lasted three more days.
Wave after wave crashed through me, each one pulling me under until the only things that existed were the dual heat of their bodies and the thick, relentless stretch of being filled by both of them. They took me on the bed, against the wall, over the edge of the couch, once on the cool tile of the bathroom floor when a particularly vicious surge hit while Adrian was helping me shower. Lucian would knot me while Adrian used my mouth. Adrian would bury himself deep in my ass while Lucian held my wrists and made me watch. Sometimes they moved together in perfect, devastating rhythm until I came so hard the world went white.
Between waves they cared for me with a quiet intensity that somehow felt more intimate than the s*x. They made me drink. They fed me pie
