Page 76 of All The Pretty Little Lies

"Show me," I demand, my pulse quickening. "I want to see what you have on under that shirt."

She hesitates for a moment, her teeth worrying her lower lip. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she lifts the hem of the shirt. Inch by inch, more of her creamy skin is revealed until I catch a glimpse of lace. My breath hitches as I realize she's wearing nothing but a pair of delicate panties beneath my shirt.

"Fuck, Vesper," I groan, drinking in the sight of her. "You're killing me here."

“Alex isn’t in the room with you, is he?” she asks.

“No,” I tell her. Like I’d let him see what she’s put on display for me right now.

My tattoos seem to burn against my skin, matching the fire coursing through my veins. I want nothing more than to be there with her, to feel her skin against mine, to lose myself in her warmth. But for now, this stolen moment will have to be enough.

She smiles, a soft, tender expression that makes me ache to hold her. "You'll be back soon, right?"

“Not soon enough,” I grumble.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Touch yourself, Vesper," I say, my voice low and husky.

Her eyes widen, a mixture of shock and intrigue flickering across her face. "Z, I...I don't know if I can..."

"You can," I assure her, my voice gentle but firm. "Touch yourself, Vesper. For me."

She hesitates, her teeth worrying her lower lip. "I...I've never..." she trails off, a blush creeping up her neck.

My heart swells with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "That's okay, moya koroleva. I'll guide you. I'll be right here with you."

Vesper takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath my shirt. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"First, prop the phone up so I can see you," I instruct. She complies, adjusting the angle until I can see her face and most of her body. "Perfect. Now, start by running your hands over your body. Slowly. Feel every curve, every dip."

Her hands tremble slightly as she begins to caress herself, starting at her collarbone and working her way down. I watch, mesmerized, as her fingers trace the swell of her breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt.

"That's it," I encourage, my voice thick with desire. "Now, slip your hand under the shirt. Feel your skin."

Vesper's breath hitches as her hand disappears beneath the hem of the shirt. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting slightly as she explores her own body.

"How does it feel?" I ask, my own body thrumming with tension.

"Good," she breathes. "Warm. Tingly."

"Focus on those sensations," I tell her. "Let them build. Now, move your hand lower. Trace the curve of your hip down the inside of your thigh."

She follows my instructions, her movements becoming more confident. I watch, entranced, as she arches slightly off the bed, her legs parting.

"That's it, moya koroleva. You're doing so well. Now, I want you to touch yourself through your panties. Feel how warm you are."

Vesper gasps as her fingers make contact. Her eyes fly open, locking with mine through the screen. The raw vulnerability in her gaze takes my breath away.

"Z," she whimpers, her hips moving almost imperceptibly against her hand.

"I'm right here," I assure her, my voice low and soothing. "You're so beautiful like this, Vesper. So perfect. Now, slip your hand inside your panties. Feel how wet you are for me."

She obeys, her back arching as her fingers explore. I can see the moment she finds her most sensitive spot, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

"That's it, moya koroleva," I murmur, my voice low and husky. "Circle your clit slowly. Feel how sensitive it is."

Vesper's breath comes in short gasps, her hips rocking gently against her hand. I can see the pleasure building in her, evident in the flush spreading across her cheeks and the way her free hand clutches at the bedsheets.

"Z," she whimpers, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine through the screen. The raw need in her gaze sends a jolt of desire straight to my groin.

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