Scarlett (Second Edition) by Karima Saad Usman novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

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When I finally opened my eyes, Toked down, catching sight of Clay, kneeling between my legs, his gaze filled with nothing but love and devotion. His lips glistened with the evidence of where it’s been, and his eyes held a tenderness that reached into the deepest parts of my soul.

Lucian’s words hung in the air, full of respect and tenderness. “Clay was the first to want to love you. Against all odds, he showed you what love truly means. It’s only fair he goes first,” he said softly, his gaze holding a deep understanding. I felt a shiver of nervous anticipation ripple through me as I realised the order they had silently agreed upon. Lucian would go last, his patience a testament to his own love for me. My heart fluttered, and any lingering doubts melted away as Maxwell and Lucian continued their gentle touches, their mouths never leaving my skin, each kiss and caress guiding me deeper into a blissful haze.

I was lost in sensation, the world narrowing to the feeling of their hands, lips, and the heat of their bodies against mine. I felt the tip of Clay’s length at my entrance, and a new rush of excitement coursed through me.

Maxwell and Lucian’s tender ministrations kept me grounded, relaxing me, helping me open up a felt Clay slowly push forward, inch by inch. My body responded instinctively, my core clenching as he entered me with a gentle, steady pressure.

A soft moan escaped my lips, the pleasure undeniable, blending with a sense of anticipation and vulnerability.

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I moaned a sound filled with wonder and surrender.

“Relax,” Clay murmured, his voice husky and soothing. “This will hurt a bit, but I’m right here.” He paused, taking a steady breath as he reached the delicate barrier within me, and with a firm yet gentle motion, he pushed through, stretching me, a small pang of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of being so close, so completely joined.

I gasped, my body adjusting, the intensity of sensation both beautiful and raw. Clay’s brow furrowed as he watched me, his eyes dark with a mixture of

restraint and desire.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He began to move, his rhythm slow and tender, building a connection that felt like

more than just physical closeness.

“So… damn good,” he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction, and I could sense his wolf, Vinn, hovering just beneath the surface, eager to take over,

eager to claim me as his own.

I closed my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, Clay’s touch igniting something primal within. Lucian’s lips suddenly found mige, kissing me deeply, his mouth capturing my moans as I melted into him. I was enveloped by all three of them, the love and passion shared between us grounding me even as I felt myself drifting higher.

Clay’s hands moved to my hips, pulling me up to him as he thrust deeper, his gaze dark and intense, his canines elongated, signalling Vinn’s desire to mark me. I felt my heartbeat quicken, a thrill coursing through me as I realised that his wolf wanted to claim me, to mark me as his forever. I tilted my head instinctively, exposing my neck, surrendering to the desire coursing through me, wanting his bite, his mark, as proof of our bond.

With each movement, I felt myself softening my body welcoming him fully. Clay kissed the spot on my neck where his mark would rest, his lips lingering there as if sealing his promise. The sensations built, a sweet ache growing within me, my body responding in ways I’d never imagined possible, my devir intensifying as he filled me.

I let out a shuddering moan, feeling the heat build and spread through every part of me, the tension coiling rightly, waiting for release. This was what I’d been searching for connection, love, and acceptance. And as Clay moved within me, his eyes full of unrestrained devotion, I knew I’d found if

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