Chapter 52. I Am Theirs

Elena POV

I can’t breathe.

Not because I’m suffocating, but because I’ve never felt so alive. Every part of me burns…. my throat, my thighs, my lips. My skin is hot, raw, sensitive, as though they’ve written their names across me with every kiss, every thrust, every brutal promise.

I’m shaking from need.

From the way Riccardo’s hands are still gripping my hips possessively, holding me up as if he knows my legs won’t work yet. From the way Nico’s thumb drags over my swollen bottom lip, forcing my gaze to stay on him. From the way Vincenzo hovers close, his breath brushing my ear, his presence grounding me even as I float somewhere above my own body.

I should feel ashamed.

I should feel dirty.

But I don’t.

I feel theirs.

Completely, entirely theirs.

And the realization doesn’t scare me. It makes my chest ache, my stomach clench, my body throb all over again.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Riccardo murmu