Chapter 9

Nine

Jemma

W e crash into the hotel door a tangle of limbs and tongues. One of us punches in the code to the hotel door and we fall in. Coats fall, boots, shoes, scarves. They are all left in a trail leading to the master bedroom and to the glorious bed.

It took a little fumbling but he manages to slide the bedroom door open.

Off comes my sweater.

Bra. Boots. Pants.

A few more tugs and I'm left in only my skimpy panties while he's still wearing his button down and slacks.

Unfair.

But I'm not left wanting for long.

Buttons pop and all those muscles I want under my tongue come into view in the low light of the room.

Next are the pants and finally finally there's nothing between us. My chest heaves and my blood flows from warm to fiery. He barrels toward me and we're right back where we were in the elevator a few minutes ago—hot body to hot body.

His lips crash into mine and I eagerly open, loving how he trails his fingers over my ribs one by one. A delicate brush as if I will break if he's too rough.

"I want you to see how badly I crave you." He nods toward the bed. "Crawl up there for me."

His deep voice is gruff, thick with lust.

I do as he instructs only to turn to see him right behind me.

I fall to my back and quickly prop myself up on my elbows. I don't want to miss a thing. I can't tear my gaze away from him for anything in the world. Staring at his body is like sin. The kind that will tarnish your mind and send it fully reeling into the gutter.

He fists his cock in his powerful hand, swiping his thumb through the liquid gathered there. It's sexy as hell to see him smear precum over the swollen head like that and makes me want a taste.

He's thick, hard and dangerously beautiful fucking his fist. But that isn't what has most of my attention. What draws my eye is the way he looks at me. Like I've solved some problem for him and I'm the only thing that matters in the world now.

He scoops his arm around my back and pulls me off the bed and into his arms. His mouth claims mine in a slow kiss and I feel something shift. A barrier I didn't know exists crumbles between us and I feel connected with the real him. A man who wants to be accepted. Loved.

His hands slide down my bare back to clench the globes of my ass.

I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. For all the rush and excitement of getting back to the hotel, the tearing at each other, the unquenchable thirst to have one another, we slow. Take in the moment. Just him and me.

Embers of our lust burn hot but neither of us want this to end too quickly.

His mouth leaves mine to tease my senses higher with kisses along my neck and collarbone.

My breath catches and he moves lower, taking a nipple between his lips and tugging gently at first and then harder.

I slide my hands through his hair and ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me. His stubble brushes over my sensitive skin. The friction so delicious. Butterflies kick up in the pit of my stomach and I quiver. "Daemon," I moan, holding him close.

He lifts me off him. Not too far. Just enough to reach between us to glide the head of his cock to my entrance. Holding my gaze he sinks in until there's nothing left to give.

He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away. He moves slow, stroking us both with deep thrusting pumps. Every time he draws out and sinks back in, my heart rate doubles. No. Triples.

His thick cock slides through my juices so deep I feel I might lose myself to this man wholly if I'm not careful. To all of them.

He moves a hand between us and when he pinches my clit just so, I lose it.

I scream out my release, my arms around his neck holding on for dear life. He doesn't stop, doesn't break pace. He continues fucking me through my climax, making it all the more powerful. All the while his dark eyes hold mine.

"So fucking beautiful." He grips me tighter.

Harsh breaths break free from my chest. My legs are shaking along with every other body part. But there's no floating down and easing my feet back to Earth.

Daemon is deep inside my quivering pussy, girl-cum coating us both.

Once I can tear my gaze from his I finally notice the light of the Eiffel tower. Its powerful glow bathes us in a soft light.

"I didn't think it was possible, but you're even more beautiful tonight."

Tears burn the insides of my eyes but like hell I'll be weak enough to let them fall. But this man. God, he makes me feel priceless. They all do in their special way.

I don't hear them. Only feel the weight of their bodies as the bed dips.

Warren and Erik join us. Their heat cocoons me and I welcome their touches. The three exchange looks in some silent bro code I don't quite understand. I don't think I'm meant to. I see a calmness settle over them and I know in some small way it is because of me. Like they've waited for this moment.

There are no words. We don't need any.

Arms wrap around me from behind and I fall into them willingly. Warren brushes my hair aside and holds me out to his friend for him to kiss me. Raw need carries us for hours as they share me between them. Each worshiping my body, stroking me, kissing me, taking me in new ways I could never imagine. All while the city of Paris dreams.