when heaven and hell meet

thirty one

Luci

♫: daddy issues- the neighbourhood

*chapter contains MA themes

I shouldn't have enjoyed this.

Khalil's hand rested in between my thigh and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. Saint kept his focus on my neck, and I knew he was leaving marks.

I watched as Saint took off his black tie. He brought it around my head and my vision disappeared. All my senses heightened and the two of them removed themselves from my body.

I heard someone snicker, but I wasn't sure who. I was pretty sure they switched positions. My stomach filled with an unpleasant feeling. My ears perked up when I felt the soft cushion of the couch dip.

My hands were frozen on my lap and I became aware of my breathing. This was not a good idea in the slightest, but it scared me how much I wanted this. I trusted both of them in the sense that I knew they wouldn't go too far.

Goosebumps spread on the surface of my cheek when I felt cold metal press against it. My chin was lifted, and the hand snaked down from my cheek and rested firmly on my neck. The touch was familiar. I bit the bottom of my lip and waited in anticipation.

"Take off the rings," Khalil demanded. "She can tell it's you."

A shaky breath left my mouth when Saint's hand removed itself off my throat. Metal clattered sequently on the glass coffee table. I secretly wished the rings stayed on so that I would have the territorial indents Saint left whenever he pressed on my skin too harshly.

The cold air of Celia's apartment tickled my skin. I sat patiently blindfolded while Saint and Khalil whispered amongst each other.

Even though this was not an ideal circumstance, my heart warmed at the fact that they were holding a conversation without trying to kill each other. It was certainly a step in the right direction.

My thighs pressed together tightly. It was as if my body was now hyperaware of every one of my senses.

I couldn't see, but I could hear. I couldn't touch, but God did I desperately want to taste. All of this mixed with Khalil and Saint's aromatic scent didn't make it any better.

It had been a minute. The most agonizing minute of my life, and they still hadn't done anything.

Suddenly, both sides of the couch dipped.

"You're going to be good for us, right?" Khalil whispered in my right ear.

When I was about to reply, I gasped when a hand pushed my closed thighs apart.

"Keep these open for me, darling," Saint whispered.

Heat surged throughout my body, and like clockwork, my entire body was getting warm. My ears perked up when I heard them both get off the couch. I wasn't sure if they switched positions again, but my mind was muddled when someone's tongue swiped over my bottom lip.

My mouth parted open instinctively and his lips pressed eagerly against mine. It was soft at first. Soft enough for me to feel everything. My stomach fluttered with butterflies. I attempted to put my arms around his neck, but both my wrists were immediately restrained by another pair of hands. The hold on my wrists was not too tight but it was enough to leave a message: I was not allowed to move them.