Jace

JaneVera’s POV

I felt a thick, probing finger slip deep inside me, while a thumb pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing in maddening circles. A shudder tore through me, and I parted my legs wider, thighs clenching as pleasure pooled hot and sharp in my belly. Desperately, I reached down, wrapping both hands around the hand buried inside me, pulling it closer, pressing it tighter to my slick, trembling core.

“Oh fu…” I tried to moan, but a sudden, firm hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound. My eyes snapped open, freezing in shock. Caesar’s dark, intense gaze bore into mine, his hands kneading my breasts, thumbs circling and teasing the hardened peaks.

“Awake, my naughty little flame?” He murmured, voice low, husky, and thick with heat. “Feeling me like this, hmm?”

My chest heaved beneath his hold, pulse hammering, body melting under the weight of him. My nipples peaked under his teasing, sending shivers of want cascading down my spine. If Caesar was behind me… then who…? My thoughts barely had time to spiral before another wave of sensation struck.

A slick, insistent heat pressed against me from below. My body jerked as someone burrowed between my thighs, tongue darting over my clit in quick, teasing flicks, tracing small, tantalizing circles that made my hips writhe uncontrollably. His fingers plunged deep inside me, curling and pressing against the wet, slick walls of my core, pumping steadily that set my entire body on fire. My thighs quivered, gripping the sheets, and my back arched instinctively into Caesar’s firm, possessive hold.

My breath hitched, desperate to know who was between my legs if not Caesar. Disbelief collided with pleasure as I yanked at the sheets, eyes widening in shock. Neven’s head was buried between my thighs, tongue teasing and licking over my clit, tasting me hungrily.

“Mmm… fuck… you taste so good,” he murmured, voice low and husky, vibrating against my slick, shivering skin as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of me. His fingers plunged harder, curling and pressing inside me, stretching me with each powerful thrust, while his tongue flicked over my clit, circling and teasing relentlessly. Heat coiled in my core, and my back arched helplessly, pressing into Caesar’s hold, utterly lost to the delicious torment of their combined touch.

Holy shit… what is Neven doing here? My breath hitched, body quivering violently, disbelief colliding with pleasure as the dual sensations consumed me, burning through every nerve.

My legs trembled, hips arching instinctively as waves of ecstasy shivered through me. I gasped into Caesar’s hand, fingers digging into Neven’s hair, tugging him closer, urging him to sink his tongue deeper, to drive his fingers harder inside me.

My other hand slid behind Caesar’s neck, pressing his face to the side of my pulse point. His lips trailed hot and wet along my skin, tongue flicking and nipping, sucking at the sensitive point, sending sharp, electrifying shivers cascading down my spine.

Neven’s tongue darted over my clit, flicking and circling while his fingers curled and pressed inside me, thrusting with urgent rhythm, drawing gasps and shivers from deep in my chest. Every slide of his tongue, every curling press of his fingers, made my thighs tremble and hips writhe, my body trembling under the delicious torment.

The combination of their movement on me, the slick, plunging fingers, the teasing tongue, the warm, heavy press of Caesar against my neck, pushed me closer and closer to a trembling, shattering edge. My body melted under the chaotic, exquisite assault, quivering in complete, helpless surrender, caught between their hands and mouths, lost entirely to the fire they ignited.

“Mm… I didn’t know you’d love this, my naughty little flame,” Ceasar murmured, voice low and thick with heat, lips brushing along my pulse point. “I’m glad… Seeing you like this, feeling you melt for me… it’s more than I imagined.” His thumb traced my nipples, teasing, and pressing them between his finger just enough to make a shiver run down my spine.

“This… was a surprise for you, my little flame,” Ceasar murmured, voice low, husky, and thick with heat, lips brushing along the shell of my ear. “And seeing you like this… I’m glad you love it.” His fingers kneaded the firm, perky curve of my breast, squeezing and rolling over my taut nipples.

“Oh fuck… what the…” I moaned, torn between shock and the scorching pleasure consuming me. I couldn’t believe Ceasar would invite Neven over, knowing exactly how much I hated him but Neven’s skilled tongue and fingers buried inside me made thought impossible.

My thighs quaked violently, hips arching as Neven flicked and traced my clit, curling and pressing his fingers into my slick, needy core, stroking and pumping with relentless, fast rhythm. My body coiled, back arching, pulse racing, teetering on the edge so tight I could barely breathe, barely think.

Just as the first wave of my orgasm curled through me, Neven’s face lifted from between my legs, sliding out of the duvet with smooth, teasing ease. His eyes met mine, calm and mischievous, voice low and casual as he announced, “Breakfast is ready.”

I froze, body still trembling, slickness pooling between my thighs, lips parted in disbelief. “What… what the hell…?” I whispered, voice shaky, heat roaring through every nerve, pulse hammering.

Then reality crashed in. My eyes snapped open, and there was Caesar, setting a tray of food on the nightstand, the soft clink of cutlery pulling me fully awake. My breath came in ragged gasps as my hands flew to my chest, pressing against the rapid rise and fall of my heaving breasts. I frantically glanced around, but there was no sign of Neven anywhere, nothing beneath the duvet, only the steady, solid presence of Caesar.

My body still trembled from the lingering echoes of the dream, heat pooling between my thighs as my pulse hammered. The memory of Neven’s tongue, his insistent fingers, Caesar’s weight pressing against me, the way my hips had arched and writhed, it all left me flushed, shaky, and achingly aware of how thoroughly my body had betrayed me to pleasure, even in sleep.

My fingers slid between my thighs, brushing the wetness still lingering there. Oh… I’d just woken up mid-orgasm, my body still thrumming from the aftershocks of that impossible dream. Heat pooled and throbbed, sending sharp, electric pulses up through my core. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, heart hammering so hard it echoed in my ears, breath ragged as I tried to steady myself. The intensity made me shiver, so wrong, so forbidden, and yet… so undeniably good.

“Eat before we can get prepared for that son-of-a-bitch engagement,” Ceasar’s deep, commanding voice snapped me out of my reverie.

I blinked, startled, and my gaze landed on him. Shirtless, chest bare, the lines of his long torso rippling down to the toned abs above the boxers hugging his waist, it was a vision that made my pulse spike anew. The way his muscles flexed as he moved… fuck, he looked impossibly hot.

“Huh… what?” I gasped, relief washing through me. At least it had been a dream. Thank God.

“What dream?” he asked, brow furrowed, voice calm yet laced with quiet authority. Fuck I didn't realized I said that outloud. His eyes scanned me, sharp and assessing, as if he could read my thought. I froze, heat crawling up my neck. If he knew the dream I’d just had… I wasn’t sure I could handle his reaction.