All Chapters of Forbidden taste of pleasure: A taboo collection : Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

The heavy oak door of Suite 1804 slammed shut behind them, cutting off the muted Murmur of the hotel corridor and plunging them into near total darkness, lit only by the golden grid of the city skyline pouring through the floor to ceiling windows. There was no transition, no polite conversation, and no easing into the dynamic. The moment the lock clicked into place, Marc’s hands were on Julian, pinning his wrists against the smooth timber of the door with an intensity that sent a violent, intoxicating shock straight down Julian’s spine. Julian let out a sharp, ragged breath, tilting his head back against the wood as Marc’s mouth came down on his with brutal, unyielding force. It was a heavy, possessive kiss tasting of top shelf bourbon, dark bitter orange, and raw, unadulterated intent. Marc’s knee forced its way between Julian’s thighs, establishing immediate, heavy contact that pulled a low groan from deep in Julian’s throat. Twelve hours of corporate composure, high stakes negotia

Julian did not hesitate. The sight of Marc and Leo tangled together on the high thread count sheets had stripped away the last remaining shred of his corporate composure. He moved across the darkened room, his bare feet sinking silently into the plush rug until he reached the edge of the sprawling king sized bed. The air in the suite was thick, heavy with the scent of dark cedar cologne, warm skin, and an unmistakable, electric sexual charge. Leo looked up from the pillows, his dark eyes burning with open, unapologetic invitation as he reached out, catching Julian firmly by the wrist. With a single, decisive pull, Leo dragged Julian onto the mattress, bringing him straight into the intense center of their collision. "I thought we lost you over by the window," Leo murmured, his deep baritone reverberating directly against Julian’s chest as he pulled Julian down flush against his broad, bare front. "Not a chance," Julian choked out, his voice thick and rasping with raw desire. He squ

The air in the suite was dense and quiet, broken only by the synchronized, heavy breathing of three men tangled in the dark silk sheets. Julian lay collapsed in the center of the bed, entirely boneless. His skin was slick with sweat, his heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs after the shattering intensity of his climax. Marc remained Held behind him, one heavy, muscular arm wrapped tightly around Julian’s waist, dragging Julian’s back firmly against his broad, warm chest. Behind them, Marc’s pulse beat in steady, deep thuds. In front of him, Leo rested on his side, leaning on one elbow with his dark eyes fixed on Julian’s flushed face. Leo reached out, his broad palm resting flat against Julian’s chest, feeling the wild fluttering beneath his ribs. "Look at you," Leo murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the quiet room. "You look like you just survived a wreck." "I feel like it," Julian rasped out, his throat dry, his voice barely more than a w

The heavy, suffocating silence that settled over Suite 1804 was thick, warm, and utterly absolute. Outside the city skyline hummed in a dark, golden stillness, casting a soft, geometric grid of ambient light across the tangled silk sheets. Inside, the frantic, blinding heat of the past several hours had finally given way to a quiet, heavy afterglow that seemed to suspend time itself. Julian lay tucked securely between the two larger men, his body entirely boneless, spent, and pleasantly heavy. His head rested directly against Leo’s bare, broad chest, rising and falling in rhythmic sync with the bartender’s deep, steady breathing. Leo’s long, rough fingers moved lazily through Julian’s damp, dark hair, tracing light, soothing patterns against his scalp with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the uncompromising intensity of his earlier touch. Behind Julian, Marc’s heavy arm remained draped possessively over his waist, his broad palm resting flat against Julian’s abdomen, holdin