30 MINUTES AFTER THE SEX
The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the flickering flames casting shadows across the room. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of rain as droplets tapped against the windows. Catherine stood by the bed, her back turned, the silk of her robe barely clinging to her shoulders.
Hadrain leaned against the doorframe, his intense golden eyes trailing over her figure. His shirt hung open, revealing the taut, sculpted lines of his chest, and his breath was slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring the sight before him.
"You know," he began, his voice low and rough, "you make it impossible to think about anything else when you're around."
Catherine turned her head slightly, a playful smile curling her lips. "And here I thought you were above distraction."
Before either could say more, Lamia stepped out from the adjoining room, his midnight blue eyes smoldering. His long, damp hair clung to his neck, and his shirt was gone entirely, revealing a lean, toned body that exuded quiet power. He walked closer, his gaze moving between Catherine and Hadrain with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.
"Is this how the night's going to unfold?" Lamia murmured, his voice a rich, velvet drawl. "Unspoken words and stolen glances?"
Hadrain chuckled, pushing off the doorframe. "I think we've spoken enough," he said, his steps deliberate as he approached Catherine.
Catherine's breath hitched as Hadrain's hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Tell me, Catherine," he murmured, "do you want me?"
Before she could answer, Lamia's fingers brushed her shoulder, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. "She shouldn't have to choose," he said, his tone teasing yet commanding.
Catherine turned, caught between the two men. Her pulse raced as Lamia's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "You deserve it all," he whispered, his midnight eyes locked with hers.
Hadrain's lips captured hers in a heated kiss, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that left her breathless. Lamia's lips found the curve of her neck, his kisses softer but no less intoxicating.
The three of them moved toward the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths. Catherine's robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her bare, flawless skin. Hadrain's hands explored her with reverence, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone. Lamia's hands moved with precision, his fingers teasing and caressing, drawing soft gasps from her lips.
Hadrain pulled Lamia closer, their eyes meeting with a spark of understanding. Their movements were fluid, synchronized, as though they had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. Catherine was the center of their world, her pleasure their shared goal.
Time lost meaning as the night stretched on, the room filled with whispered promises and cries of ecstasy. The boundaries between them blurred, their passions intertwining in a dance that left no part of them untouched or unclaimed.
When the storm outside finally subsided, the three of them lay entwined in the bed, their breaths slowing, their bodies sated. Catherine rested her head against Hadrain's chest, her hand tangled in Lamia's hair.
4 HOURS LATER
The air in the bedroom was thick with heat and anticipation, the flickering candlelight accentuating the sheen of bare skin and the curves of bodies drawn together by unspoken desire.
Hadrain was the first to take command, his presence as commanding as the storm that had brought them together. His golden eyes burned with intensity as he slid Catherine's silk robe from her shoulders, exposing her smooth, glowing skin. His large hands traced the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips, his touch firm yet reverent.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice a rough caress.
Catherine's cheeks flushed, her breath hitching as his lips found her neck, trailing kisses down to the hollow of her collarbone. Her fingers curled into the muscles of his chest, marveling at the heat of his body and the strength beneath her touch.
Behind her, Lamia's hands were no less skilled. He moved closer, his midnight blue eyes dark with longing. His fingers, long and elegant, slid over her arms and down her back, his touch sending shivers down her spine. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "You're mesmerizing, Catherine. Let us show you just how much."
Her knees weakened as the two men enveloped her, their contrasting energies an intoxicating blend. Hadrain's touch was fire—raw, consuming, and primal. Lamia's was water—soothing, fluid, and electrifying.
Hadrain kissed her deeply, his hands gripping her thighs to lift her effortlessly onto the bed. The candlelight danced over his chiseled physique, the sharp lines of his abdomen and the defined strength of his arms. His body was perfection—powerful and commanding.
Lamia joined them, his movements graceful and deliberate. He trailed kisses along Catherine's jaw, down her throat, and lower, his touch worshipful as though she were a goddess come to life. His own body was lean and elegant, every muscle defined yet understated, his long hair brushing against her skin as he moved.
Hadrain's lips found hers again, his kiss rougher now, his passion barely restrained. Meanwhile, Lamia's hands explored her thighs, his fingers grazing her skin with tantalizing softness. Their coordination was seamless, their attention unwavering as they focused on her pleasure.
But then, the dynamic shifted. Hadrain's eyes met Lamia's over Catherine's shoulder, a spark passing between them. Without a word, they moved closer to each other, their chemistry undeniable.
Hadrain reached out, his fingers trailing down Lamia's arm, the touch both daring and electric. Lamia tilted his head, a sly smile playing on his lips as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a shared acknowledgment of trust and desire.
Catherine watched, her breath catching as the two men explored this newfound intimacy. Hadrain's hands slid over Lamia's back, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together in a way that was both raw and beautiful. Lamia's hands tangled in Hadrain's hair, his movements fluid and confident, and in the process Hadrain penetrated Lamia ass which was gleaming under the light inviting the lustful Hadrain for a taste. Then they went for a 2 hours sex that drove the two horny dudes to the edge.
The early morning light spilled through the thin curtains, painting golden streaks across bare skin. The room was warm, the air still heavy with the remnants of the night before. Yet, none of them were ready to let the connection fade.
Hadrain stirred first, his golden eyes glinting with a hunger that hadn't yet been sated. His demon blood thrummed under his skin, demanding more. With a low growl, he turned to Lamia, who lay sprawled beside Catherine, his midnight blue eyes fluttering open.
"Awake already?" Lamia murmured, his voice a soft, teasing purr.
"You should know better than to tempt a demon," Hadrain rumbled, his tone dark and commanding.
Before Lamia could respond, Hadrain moved with supernatural speed, pinning him against the wall in one fluid motion. Lamia gasped, his slender frame dwarfed by Hadrain's raw power. The tension crackled between them, the air electric as Hadrain's hands gripped Lamia's wrists, holding them above his head.
Catherine sat up in the bed, the silk sheets pooling around her. Her gaze was riveted on the scene unfolding before her, her body tingling with anticipation as she watched Hadrain's lips claim Lamia's in a kiss that was fierce and unrelenting.
Lamia's breath hitched, but he responded with equal fervor, his body arching toward Hadrain's. The contrast between them was stark—Hadrain's powerful, muscular frame against Lamia's lean, elegant build—but their movements were perfectly synchronized, each touch igniting sparks that seemed to fill the room.
"You're insatiable," Lamia gasped, his voice a breathless mix of amusement and desire.
"And you're irresistible," Hadrain growled, his lips trailing down Lamia's neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake.
Catherine's heart raced as she watched, her hands clutching the sheets as her own desire built. She couldn't look away, her body responding to the intensity between the two men. But as if sensing her need, Hadrain turned his head, his hazel eyes locking on hers.
"Don't think we've forgotten about you," he said, his voice low and inviting.
With a single, fluid motion, he swept Lamia off his feet and carried him back to the bed. Lamia's long hair spilled across the pillows as Hadrain laid him down, his hands never leaving his body. The demon turned his attention to Catherine next, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a kiss that stole her breath.
The three of them moved together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and connection. Hadrain's strength was tempered by his tenderness, his hands roaming over Catherine's curves and Lamia's lean lines with equal care. Lamia's touch was lighter, more teasing, his fingers tracing along Catherine's thighs, boobs and Hadrain's broad chest.
Every movement was deliberate, every touch an act of devotion. The room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, their whispered names, and the soft creak of the bed as they explored each other's bodies.
Hadrain's hands slid down Lamia's sides and huge dick , his touch firm and possessive. Lamia arched beneath him, his lips parting in a quiet gasp. Catherine pressed against Lamia's side, her fingers threading through his hair as she kissed him softly, their lips moving in perfect harmony.
As the intensity built, their movements grew bolder, their touches more urgent. Hadrain's growl of satisfaction was met with Lamia's soft moan and Catherine's sigh of pleasure, the three of them lost in the shared moment.
When the climax finally came, it was like a wave crashing over them, leaving them breathless and sated. They collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs, their bodies glowing with the aftermath of their passion.
Hadrain lay on his back, his chest rising and falling as he pulled Catherine and Lamia close, holding them against him. Catherine rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. Lamia draped himself over Hadrain's other side, his long hair spilling across both of them.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breathing.