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“Let me look at my present,” I protest softly, leaning down to kiss her. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper against her lips. She shudders again.

I press another chaste kiss to her lips, pulling away a few inches before she can deepen it. Her gentle fingers find their way into my hair and when she realizes what I’mdoing, she goes along, meeting every short contact of my lips readily.

Once my heart rate has finally calmed enough, I take my lips from hers and kiss her cheek instead. Then, the edge of her jaw, the sweet spot below her ear, and her throat, loving the way her pulse flutters beneath my lips.

I kiss my way over every inch of her skin, wanting to know it all. To taste it all. When I reach the edge of her bra, I look up to make sure she’s still with me. What I didn’t expect was the clear need in her eyes, silently urging me on. My resolve to take things slow dwindles and I pull down her cups, bringing my lips to one of her stiff nipples while my hand plays with the other.

Aliena arches her back, her fingers tightening in my hair as she moans softly. That sound goes straight to my throbbing dick. I’m hyper aware of every reaction of her. I want to learn just what she likes.

I experimentally skim my teeth against her pebbled skin and she sighs, squeezing my hair. With a parting kiss, I move on to her other breast, carefully daring to bite the swell of her breast. When that draws a startled sound of appreciation from the girl beneath me, I can’t help but smile against her skin.

I move on, kissing the valley between her breasts and trailing a line down to her navel. Her breaths are wholly uneven now, something I take great pleasure in. After all the times she got to exert this power over me, I’m happy to have the roles reversed for once.

Reaching the edge of her panties, I take the fabric between my teeth, pulling it away before letting it snap back into place. I bring my hands to her thighs, moving her knees further apart on each side of my face. Already, the scent of her fills the room, and my mouth waters.

Unable to wait any longer, I press a close-mouthed kiss on the most drenched part of her underwear. Aliena gasps, trying to close her legs but I hold them in place. When her hands leave my hair to grip my wrists, trying to pull them away, I reproach her playfully.

“Little troublemaker, this is my time to play. Now, can you behave or do you need me to tie up those pretty hands of yours?”

She swallows, her fingers returning to the top of my head and as she caresses my scalp, I nearly melt. “That’s my good girl,” I finally purr. Then, holding her gaze, I bring my lips back to her center, kissing her through the lace.

When I finally slip off her panties, my mouth wastes no time finding the apex of her legs. I lick her up and down once, parting her lips for me before finding her clit and sucking it into my mouth.

Her back arches off the bed as I tear another one of those sinful sounds from her. I shift my hips, never taking my mouth off her as I try to readjust my throbbing erection in my pants. Fuck, but it’s pressing painfully against my sipper. I quickly find that moving makes it worse though, and stop, trying not to focus on my own pleasure as I feast on her.

She’s fucking addictive. I play with her clit, circling and flicking it until I can feel her pulsing beneath my tongue. Before she can come, I pull away and change tactics, unwilling to let this end so quickly. No, I intend to have a lot more fun with her first.

My tongue runs through her weeping slit, nudging her entrance. “Sebastian,” Aliena whines as I tease her. I groan at the spark of pleasure hearing her say my name brings me. But, deciding I’ve been cruel enough to deny her herorgasm, I stop the teasing and start fucking her with my tongue instead.

I do that until I can feel that she’s on the verge of another orgasm only this time, I don’t deny her the pleasure. Instead, I suck her through it, lapping up every last drop of her release as she spasms and jerks beneath me. Again, her thighs try to close around my head. Again, my fingers dig into her flesh to hold her still.

Without letting her come down, my mouth latches onto her clit again. She cries out again, her body jerking at the stimulation on her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Shh, relax, Sweetheart,” I whisper against her soaked skin, granting her a short break. When her breathing is just even enough, and her hands start absently massaging my scalp, my tongue finds her clit again.

I go slower this time, making sure her pleasure rises gradually. One hand releases her thigh as I bring two fingers to her entrance, wetting them before slowly pushing inside. A long, deep groan tears from Aliena as she arches her back, clenching around my fingers.

I keep circling her clit, locking my eyes with Aliena’s as my fingers rub against her g-spot. Her breaths start coming in shallow pants, her legs tense against the sides of my head, and her fingers tighten in my hair. This time, when she comes, I don’t stop her from squeezing my head with her thighs. No, I keep up my steady assault as she writhes beneath me, coming for longer than before.

When she slumps against the mattress, breathing heavily, I finally raise my head and pull my fingers out of her. I take a second to look at her, face flushed, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and eyes closed. She looks perfectly sated.

With one more kiss, I wrap her up in my blanket and say, “Rest for a minute, I’ll be right back with your dessert.” The only reply I getis a soft hum.

Chapter 26

Aliena

I haven’t moved a muscle in the time Sebastian was gone, only stirring when the smell of hot chocolate wafts over me. I open my eyes to see Sebastian walk towards me with a tray. I sit up on the bed, my mouth watering as I take in the small cake.

“One lava cake for the lady. I hope you like it,” he says, seeming almost nervous as he settles down next to me and hands me the tray.

“No for you?” I ask, picking up the spoon on the tray.

“Oh, no, I just had dessert. Besides, I might’ve licked the bowls and spoons clean while the cake was in the oven,” he admits, smiling sheepishly. My eyes latch onto the tilt in his mouth and without thinking, I lean over to kiss him. He doesn’t have time to kiss me back before I pull away and I dig into the cake.

My eyes close as the flavor explodes on my taste buds. “That’s fucking awesome,” I tell him.

He chuckles. “Such a filthy mouth,” he taunts. I merely glare at him and keep eating. I don’t even care that I’m fully naked beneath the sheets. I don’t care that I gave in and let him kiss me. Well, and a lot more than that. Hell, I’m noteven panicking about what I know will happen once I’m done with this.

As long as I don’t dwell on the fact that I can’t sneak out before morning, or that I have nowhere to go when this thing goes to hell, I’m fine.

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