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CORALINE

Jasper Devereaux kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s searching for the eighth wonder of the world and has found it in me. How can I feel so cherished and aroused at the same time? And from a single kiss. It’s madness. Like this place has cast some kind of spell over me.

I sink my hands into his hair and hold him to me as he absolutely wrecks me. I thought my memory of him was tainted, fonder than real life. But I was wrong—so wrong. Because his kiss is everything. It feels so good, and I want more.

I need more.

I lift my leg to his hip, craving some friction between my legs. He palms the side of my thigh and tugs me into him. I give up the pretense of swimming altogether, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. I'm instantly rewarded with the hard bulge of his cock right against my clit. I gasp into his mouth, my hands flying to his shoulders. The size of him is a little alarming, but that's a worry for future-Cora. Present-Cora is going to enjoy every minute of this with him.

I roll my hips against him, a couple of slow, tentative movements. He wrenches himself back and lifts me onto the platform without another word.

Jasper’s hands glide up my thighs, his thumbs running a straight line along my inner thighs, tantalizingly close but not quite there. I widen my legs subtly, giving him more room to wedge himself between them. He pauses, his thumbs resting at the crease between my hip and pelvis, just outside the seam of my panties. The anticipation is electric, a sizzling tension that makes my heart race.

“And now? Does this feel fake to you?” His voice is low, a rough whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.

I channel my best stoic, unaffected expression, even though my body is screaming for more. “Yes,” I say, the lie slipping from my lips. I fight to keep my breath steady, even as my pulse quickens.

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He drags the flat of his thumb right along my center, the only barrier between us is the thin layer of cotton.

The touch is light, almost a whisper, but it sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My body betrays me, arching into his touch. His smile widens as his thumb continues to graze against my center. My breath hitches, and Jasper’s gaze drops to watch his thumb make another pass, harder this time.

“And now?” he murmurs, his voice a husky tease.

I smirk, even though my eyelids feel heavy with lust. “I might as well be taking a nap.”

Jasper’s eyes darken, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. He pulls away his thumb, and I have to bite back the objection. He trails his fingers along the hem of my panties, teasing, barely grazing my skin.

The sensation is maddening, not enough to satisfy but enough to stoke the fire burning inside me. I can feel the plea pounding against the back of my teeth, but I refuse to give in, not yet.

“You sure, baby? Because you feel awfully wet for someone who doesn’t think this thing is real.”

I reassure myself that he can’t tell how turned on I am by a few light touches and drugging kisses. “Don’t get cocky, Jasper. I’m soaked from the lake.”

I breathe out a scoff when he slips a fingertip just under the edge of the fabric, the slightest graze against my heated skin. It’s a light, teasing touch, more frustrating than anything. My body responds instinctively, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I fight the urge to roll my hips into his touch. I want more, need more, but I can’t let him know how badly I want it.

Jasper chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends another shiver through me. He leans in, dragging his lips against my jaw. “Is that right?” His breath is warm, his words a soft, seductive murmur.

A heated blush crawls up my skin as his fingers disappear underneath my panties. He drags them slowly, torturously through my slick folds, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my parted lips. His touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my body.

He teases me with featherlight caresses, never quite giving me the pressure I crave. My arousal pools hot and heavy, coating his fingertips as they dance along my sensitive flesh. I’m panting now, my nails digging into the platform beneath me.

My mouth parts in a soft exhale as he teases my entrance, circling it lightly before dipping just the tip of one finger inside. My inner walls clench around him eagerly, trying to draw him deeper. But he withdraws without a word.

My mouth parts in an exhale, a low noise of protest leaving me before I can swallow it down.

I look at him through the foggy edges of lust. My arousal coats his fingers as he pulls them apart. He gives me plenty of time to object or move or do anything. But I don’t.

I hold his gaze as he slides his fingers inside my waiting mouth.

“Does this taste like we’re playing pretend, baby?”

I wrap my lips around his fingers and clean them off with my tongue. The proof of my arousal taunts me from my own tongue, and somehow it only makes me hotter.

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire as he watches me lick his fingers clean. His gaze is heavy and intense. The kind of thing I can feel searing into my skin.

He slides his fingers from my mouth, trailing them down my chin and to the base of my neck, leaving a glistening path in their wake. “Are you with me now, baby, or do you need more proof?”

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