Shared hunger

 The night had fallen heavy, thick with desire and unsaid words. There was no time for waiting, no time for subtleties. The air in the villa had always hummed with something beneath the surface, but tonight? Tonight it roared.

I stood in the center of the room, naked, my body still soft from giving birth but pulsing with a craving that screamed to be satisfied. My breasts were full, tender, the faint trace of milk on my skin, and I could feel every man’s gaze on me—each of them hungry in their own way, but all of them possessing the same insatiable need.

Tyler was the first to close the distance between us. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, over my skin, his fingers trailing over my breasts before his lips met mine in a deep, urgent kiss. His tongue flicked against mine, tasting me, owning me. I moaned into his mouth, the ache inside me intensifying. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer.

“You’re ours,” Tyler growled, his voice raw, a promise hanging in the air. “All of us.”

As his lips left mine, I barely had a moment to breathe before Max was on me—his lips claiming my neck, his hands gripping my hips and lifting me slightly, positioning me against his body. His touch was rougher, possessive, his breath heavy as he ground his pelvis into mine. “God, you feel so fucking perfect, like you were made for this,” he rasped, his hands moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of my thighs.

Behind me, Ethan slid in, his touch gentle, slow, but no less demanding. He whispered in my ear, his voice deep and husky. “You’re dripping for us, baby. So fucking ready.” His hands found my breasts, kneading them, thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples, making me gasp. The pleasure was almost overwhelming.

I could feel them surrounding me, not just physically, but mentally, each man taking his turn to consume me—to share me. It was all-consuming, a feeling of being pulled in every direction. I wasn’t just a body between them. I was everything.

The room was alive with our noises—loud gasps, the sound of bodies shifting, skin on skin. Each one of them felt right—a perfect fit, filling a space I hadn’t known existed.

Rylan was next, pushing me back onto the couch, his eyes darker than usual, the desperation in his gaze palpable. He wasted no time, his hands gripping my legs, spreading me wide, his lips crashing down on mine, as if he couldn’t wait to taste me again. I was already so wet, the slickness of me betraying just how much I craved this.

“You’ll take all of us, won’t you?” Rylan growled as his hands moved to my waist, guiding me onto his cock with a smooth, hungry thrust. I could feel him stretch me, filling me, claiming me in a way that made my entire body tremble.

I gasped and nodded, my body shaking as Marcus stepped in. His hands were on my breasts, his mouth on my neck, biting, kissing, marking me. “Yes,” he said with a smile that was more predatory than comforting. “You’re going to take every single one of us tonight, aren’t you?”

And I did.

Each man took his place. David was quick to move behind me, his hands holding my hips in place as he slid inside, groaning at how tight I felt, the slickness of me coating his length. The sensation was so overwhelming, so hot, that I thought I might shatter.

My body was full, stretched in every direction, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted them all—each one of them, each thrust, each touch. I wanted to feel like they needed me, like I was the only thing that could satisfy the hunger in their eyes.

Jake was next, and he wasted no time either, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me wide, his cock filling me deep. His thrusts were hard, unforgiving, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” he grunted, his hands bruising as they gripped my flesh.

Liam was the last. His presence behind me was a calm contrast to the others—his hands soft, but with an intensity that made my body ache for him. His voice was low, soothing, as he positioned me on all fours. “Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, kissing my back as he slid into me from behind, his hands steady and controlling.

Each of them owned me that night—taking their turn, filling me, marking me, as they passed me around like an offering. I felt my body surrendering to them, felt myself giving over to the wild, primal rhythm of our desire. My body was theirs, every inch claimed by their hands, their mouths, their hard bodies pushing me to the edge.

And I let them.

I let them take me, use me, share me in the most delicious way, knowing that every single touch was a part of something bigger than just lust—it was a claim, a declaration. I was theirs. Every inch. Every moment.

And as the night went on, I surrendered even more, letting the hunger build until there was nothing left but the taste of them, the feeling of them, and the endless need that would never be satisfied.