Picture Perfect - Page 185

Her gaze locks onto mine, fierce and unyielding, even as she worships me with her mouth. This moment isn’t just physical—it’s a testament to the journey we’ve all traveled together, to the darkness we’ve overcome.

“God, Princess,” I whisper, feeling the pull of release beckoning, but fighting to stay present in every sensation, every moment. “You’re amazing.”

She hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. And in that symphony of pleasure and connection, I know that this is only the beginning. There are no more secrets, no more fears, just us and the future we’re creating—one where every day is a promise kept, every touch a reaffirmation of the love we’ve sealed tonight.

“Forever,” I promise her, every word etched in the depths of my soul. “I’m yours, we’re yours, forever.”

My senses are overwhelmed, the sweet scent of Princess’s arousal mixing with the tang of champagne in the air. I’m barely holding on to the thread of control as her lips and tongue work over me with a fervor that tells of more than just lust—it speaks of deep, irrevocable devotion.

“Chess,” she gasps against my skin, her voice muffled but laden with need. And then I feel him, the warmth of his presence right behind her. His dark hair is a stark contrast against the paleness of her skin as he drops to his knees, his mischievous hazel eyes locked onto mine for a moment before they soften with affection.

“Let me take care of you, Addy,” Chess murmurs, his voice a velvet caress that seems to stroke over her body. He runs a finger through her folds, and she quivers, her moan vibrating around me, sending a jolt straight to my core.

“Fuck… yes, Chess,” I grunt out, watching as he slowly enters her. Princess tenses around me, her nails digging into my thighs before she melts into a long, drawn-out moan, her green eyes fluttering closed. The sight is pure intoxication—my Princess coming undone at our touch.

“Ah, Dre,” Chess grunts as he moves within her, his breath hitching.

I tilt my head back, catching Dre’s ice-blue gaze as he stands right behind Chess, his lube-coated hand poised. There’s no hesitation in his movements, no faltering of confidence. It’s all fluid motion as he slides into Chess, whose strangled sound slices through the room, raw and primal.

“Shit, Dre,” Chess gasps, and it’s like a spark to tinder.

As the room fills with the sound of their bodies moving together, I cannot help but feel a mix of arousal and envy. My own desires rampage within me, threatening to overtake my sense of self-control.

I watch as Chess’s hips snap back into Dre’s, then forward into Princess’s. The heat builds fast and furious within me as I watch them fuck into each other like animals. Their flesh slaps together, sending waves of heat crashing over me, making me even hotter, needier as my Princess takes me even deeper, her fingers reaching down to squeeze my balls.

Sweat trickles down their bodies as the three of them move together in a frenzied dance of passion and possession. My Princess, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with desire as she looks up at me with so much love and raw passion. I try to hold on to some semblance of control as the sensory overload floods my system. But it’s useless.

The room ignites into a frenzy of passion and pleasure, sounds of flesh meeting flesh mingling with the chorus of our moans and groans. Our movements become frenetic, a dance of desire as we each chase the edge of ecstasy.

“Princess,” I choke out, feeling my climax building at the base of my spine. “Gonna—”

And then it happens—a cascade of release from all of us, almost in unison. We’re a tangle of limbs and lips, of sweat and semen, the evidence of our shared climax painting us in the most intimate of ways.

“Fuck,” Dre pants, his voice a husky echo in the aftermath.

“God, I love this,” Chess exhales, his voice tinged with awe and satisfaction.

“Forever,” I whisper, looking down into Princess’s flushed face, seeing in her a reflection of what we’ve built together. It’s a word that holds every unspoken vow, every silent promise. Forever isn’t just a span of time—it’s us, it’s this, it’s every moment we choose each other again and again.

The room’s air is thick with the scent of lust and love as our breathing steadies. I wrap an arm around Princess, pulling her close against me, her skin still warm and flushed from our shared fervor.

“Snowflake,” Dre starts, his voice laced with a depth of emotion that belies his usual playful demeanor. “You know we’re all mad about you, right?”

“Completely and utterly,” Chess adds, his fingers lazily drawing patterns over the curve of her hip.

Her eyes roam between us, a smile tugging at her lips—a smile that’s seen the dark parts of me and hasn’t flinched. She nods, the tenderness in her gaze wrapping around my heart like a promise.

“Saint?” she whispers, searching my face. It’s the vulnerability in her eyes that undoes me, the silent plea for reassurance.

“Princess,” I respond, my throat tight with emotions long caged by fear and doubt. “I’ve spent so much of my life surrounded by shadows, but you… you shine brighter than any light I’ve ever known.”

A tear slips down her cheek, and I reach to thumb it away, feeling the weight of Dre and Chess’s gazes on us. This isn’t just about sex or fleeting pleasure; this is the culmination of a year of growth, of healing—of learning that love doesn’t always have to hurt.

“Princess, I’m not good with promises; my life’s taught me they’re often broken. But you,” I take a deep breath, steadying the tremble in my voice, “you’ve become my truth, my peace. So here’s my vow, simple and unwavering—I love you. And I promise you forever.”

“Forever,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper, sealing the word between us like a sacred pact.

“Forever,” Dre and Chess repeat in unison, their affirmation binding the four of us together in a way that feels as natural as breathing.

I draw Princess into a kiss, slow and deep, each of us savoring the taste of commitment on our tongues. We are a constellation of hearts, bound by choice and desire, and in this moment, I let myself believe in the possibility of an everlasting now.