Forbidden Thoughts
Worshipped and ruined.
And then they moved.
Not frantic. Not fast. Slow.
Cruel.
Synchronized.
Hades pulled back just an inch as Laxon pushed in deeper, dragging against her walls, sliding against each other inside her with obscene friction. It was a sick kind of coordination, like they were one organism, two minds devouring her in harmony.
She screamed, but her voice cracked in her throat, lost under the weight of everything.
“You feel that?” Laxon’s voice was low, feral. He bit her shoulder, not hard, but enough to make her cry out. “Feel how we fúck you together? You’re fúcking soaked, baby. You need this.”
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