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Chapter 8 — The Awakening of the Senses
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Désiré Me 2 Chapter 11 — Echoes of the Skin
Eva A heavy, golden silence settles in, populated only by the harsh sound of our breathing which slowly calms down. The sweat that covered us begins to dry, leaving a thin salty film on our skin. I'm sandwiched between them, my back against Sasha's warm chest, my stomach against Niko's. The weight of their bodies is both a burden and a comfort, an affirmation of what has just happened.SashaHis arm is placed under my neck, his large hand placed flat on my sternum, as if to feel the disordered beat of my heart which is gradually slowing down. He feels the fragility of my bones under his palm, the small residual vibration that still runs through my limbs. A wave of primal possession, deeper than simple physical desire, overwhelms him. She is ours. The thought is simple, brutal, and absolute. He has never been a man of demonstrative feelings, but in this moment, the satisfaction of having been his first, of having left an indelible imprint on his body and his mind, is more intense than
Désiré Me 2 Chapter 10 — The Kings and Their Kingdom
EvaThe air I breathe is saturated with us, with sweat, sex, and power. I lie, utterly spent, on the sofa cushions, my body nothing more than a map of sensitive nerves, all converging on the epicenter of my vulnerability. The last wave of orgasm has just receded, leaving behind a strange calm, heavy with much greater promises.Sasha stands, and his movement to unbutton his trousers is unhurried. It’s a ritual. Every gesture is deliberate, calculated to maximize anticipation. My eyes, heavy and dark, are fixed on him, unable to look away. Fear and desire mix into an intoxicating cocktail in my veins.When the last button gives way, the fabric drops, and my breath catches.He is magnificent. Almost cruelly beautiful. His sex, freed from its confinement, stands proud and imposing. It is long, thick, veined, the head dark and glistening in the dim light. It is a weapon, a tool of domination, a promise of fullness and tearing. A wild, fleeting thought crosses my mind: How can a man's body
Désiré Me 2 Chapter 9 — The Initiation
EvaThe torn fabric of my dress rests on me like a silk shroud, revealing more than it conceals. The cool air on my bare skin is a caress in itself, but it is overshadowed by the weight of their gazes. I am lying down, offered up, my thighs held open by Niko’s expert hands. Vulnerability is total, absolute. And at the heart of this exposure, a truth throbs, shameful and exciting: I am a virgin. Every beat of my heart seems to cry out this innocence that they are preparing to break.Sasha stands above me, his shirt now open, revealing a sculpted torso where muscles play beneath the skin in the dim light. His eyes, a blue that has turned almost black, do not leave the spectacle Niko and I are offering.— Look at her, Niko, Sasha says, his voice a hoarse whisper. Look at this flower that has never been picked. Every shiver is a prayer. Every blush is a petal offering itself.His words pierce me. He knows. Of course they know. My inexperience screamed in every hesitant gesture, in every s
Désiré Me 2 Chapter 8 — The Awakening of the Senses
EvaThe silence that follows is only apparent. It is heavy with the beating of our hearts, the rough breath we share, the echo of sensations that continue to course through my nerves like residual streaks of lightning. I lie back on the sofa, a being of bruised and exhilarated flesh, as the world slowly resumes its shape around me. But it is a transformed world, where every atom seems charged with a new erotic potentiality.Niko and Sasha do not speak. Their gazes meet above me, a silent exchange, heavy with a complicity that transcends me and, paradoxically, excites me. They have just pushed me to the edge of the abyss and caught me at the last moment. Now, they are surveying the conquered territory.Sasha is the first to move. He kneels beside the sofa, his face level with mine. His eyes, suddenly a lighter, keener blue, scrutinize my face.“Are you still there, Eva?” he murmurs, his voice strangely gentle after the violence of pleasure.I nod, unable to form words. My tongue is hea
Désiré Me 2 Chapter 7 — The Symphony of Surrender
ÉvaTime no longer exists. It has dissolved into the confined space of this room, melted away by the heat of our three bodies. The air is thick, saturated with the fragrance of my own desire and their dominance. I am the epicenter of a triangle of fire where desire, power, and surrender consume themselves into a single being.Niko begins to kiss me again, but it is no longer a kiss. It is a possession. His tongue conquers my mouth with a quiet authority, exploring every corner, stifling my nascent moans. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh through the fine silk of my dress, anchoring me to him. I taste the coffee on his tongue, the very essence of his virility, and I drown in it.Behind me, Sasha presses his body against mine. I feel every hard muscle, every contour of his torso against my back. But it is something else I feel with a burning acuity: the firm and undeniable pressure of his erection against the curve of my bottom, through the fabric of his trousers
Désiré Me 2 Chapter 6 — Thrills and Domination
EVAThe room seems to spin around me, a carousel of low lights and deep shadows dancing on the walls. Every sensation is amplified, increased tenfold. Their gazes are warm weights on my skin, invisible fingers that trace paths of fire and ice on my flesh. My body is a tense arc, vibrating with primal alert, long before my mind can form a coherent thought. Fear and excitement intertwine, a burning snake coiling in my stomach.“Stand up,” Sasha whispers, her voice a husky, commanding caress that brooks no hesitation.I stand up, my legs trembling, seeming to belong to someone else. Every movement reveals me to them, every jerky breath betrays the chaos that reigns within me. Niko steps forward, his woody and spicy scent enveloping me like a precious shroud. It no longer just touches my cheek; his fingers trace a slow, burning line from my temple to my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. Then his hands move down to my bare shoulders, massaging with a firmness that makes my muscles give wa
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