Aria – First Person POV
I didn’t think I could take more.
My legs were shaking, my throat dry from all the sounds they pulled out of me, and my whole body felt like it was vibrating from the inside. out. But still, when Matteo’s hand slid up my side again, and Dante’s mouth kissed behind my ear, and Enzo’s fingers brushed over the inside of my thigh, I wanted more.
They hadn’t stopped touching me.
Not even when my head dropped onto Enzo’s shoulder and my breathing came out in little gasps.
Dante was still in front of me, his lips pressing hot and open along my throat. Matteo’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me up and down slowly on his lap, whispering things that made my skin burn. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Look how sweet you are like this.”
I couldn’t even talk. I just moaned.
Enzo stayed behind me, his voice low and deep in my ear. “We missed this,” he said. “We missed you.”
I felt like I was in pieces, too sensitive, too overwhelmed,but I didn’t want them to stop. They passed me between them again like I was theirs to share. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.
Every time a hand touched me, I leaned into it. Every whisper made me shiver. My body was already sore, but I didn’t care. Their mouths, their hands, the way they made me feel like I was being worshipped, it made everything else fade.
When Dante slipped his fingers beneath my chin and tilted my head back to kiss me again, I let out a quiet sound. I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore. I just felt. Everything.
Matteo groaned behind me, tightening his grip. “She’s too good like this,” he muttered. “Too damn good.”
I was breathing so hard it felt like my chest might explode.
And when I finally let go again,just gave in completely, it wasn’t just release.
It was surrender.
Their arms caught me. Three sets of hands, strong and steady. Holding me up. Holding me together.
I didn’t even remember when we stopped.
Only that I was lying across Enzo’s lap, my whole body heavy and warm. My heart was still beating too fast, and my lips were parted like I couldn’t quite catch my breath.
But I felt safe.
Like I wasn’t just wanted,I was theirs.
Everything after that moved slower.
I blinked up at the ceiling as Enzo wrapped a soft throw blanket around me. It smelled like him. Like citrus and something clean and sharp. I
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leaned into him without thinking, my face buried against his chest.
Matteo returned with a warm towel and gently cleaned between my thighs. He didn’t talk. He didn’t smirk or tease. He just looked focused. Gentle.
His hands moved carefully, and when I flinched, too sensitive–he paused.
“You okay?” he asked.
I’nodded, eyes still closed. “Just tender.”
He kissed the inside of my knee and whispered, “You were perfect.”
Dante crouched beside us with a glass of water, holding it to my lips. “Slow,” he said when I nearly choked on the first sip. “You’re still buzzing.”
I smiled a little. “Yeah.”
That was the only word I could manage.
Just… yeah.
Because I’d never felt this good before.
They carried me to one of the rooms, Enzo’s, I think, but it could’ve been any of theirs. I didn’t care where. I just wanted to be with them.
They laid me down gently, one of them tucking the blanket tighter around me, the other brushing the hair off my forehead. The mattress dipped on either side of me as they laid beside me, warm and quiet.
Nobody said much.
Just soft sighs. Breathing.
Matteo’s fingers drew circles on my shoulder. Dante was behind me, stroking my spine slowly, like he didn’t want the moment to end. Enzo played with my fingers, holding my hand loosely in his.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until Matteo wiped a tear from my cheek. It wasn’t sadness, I wasn’t hurt. It was just, everything. The release. The feeling of being seen and touched and wanted like that. My body was still warm, still frembling in places, but it was the way they looked at me that got me. Like I was precious. Like I belonged here. Enzo kissed the top of my head and wrapped the blanket tighter around me while Dante ran his knuckles down my arm, slow and soothing. Matteo leaned over and whispered something against my temple–something about how proud he was of me,but my ears were ringing too much to catch every word. I just nodded, sinking into all of it. Their hands. Their voices. The way they made me feel held and owned and cared for all at once. I couldn’t tell where one touch ended and another began. It didn’t matter. I was floating, but safe. Raw, but whole. And in that moment, I finally let go of every fear I’d been carrying alone.
Matteo brushed my hair off my face, his grin lazy and smug. “You know,” he said, nudging my nose with his, “if this is what happens every time. you avoid us, I might start pretending to be offended more often.” I let out a soft laugh, half–exhausted, half–shocked, and smacked his chest lightly. “Don’t even joke like that,” I muttered, but I couldn’t stop smiling. Typical Matteo–always knowing exactly when to tease me back to
life.
I blinked up at the ceiling. My mind was starting to clear, just a little. That floaty, cloudy feeling was fading, but the calm… that stayed.
For the first time in days, I didn’t feel like I had to pretend. I didn’t have to run or explain or overthink. I was just here. Safe. Surrounded.
I wanted to stay like that forever.
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But I couldn’t.
There was something I had to say.
Something I’d been holding in.
My chest got tight again,not in a bad way, just serious.
I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.
“Guys,” I said softly.
Enzo turned his head. “Yeah?”
I swallowed.
“We need to talk.”
The room went still.
Matteo lifted his head, frowning slightly. Dante didn’t move, but I could feel the tension shift behind me.
“About what?” Enzo asked gently.
I didn’t look at any of them. My eyes stayed on the ceiling.
“About everything.”
