Page 77 of All The Pretty Little Lies

My cock strains against my jeans, desperate for attention. But I ignore it, focusing entirely on Vesper. "You're doing so well," I praise her. "Now, slide one finger inside yourself. Slowly."

She complies, her back arching off the bed as she penetrates herself. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I have to bite back a groan of my own.

"How does it feel?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.

"Good," she gasps. "So good, Z. I wish it was you."

Her words send a fresh wave of lust coursing through me. "Me too, moya koroleva. Soon, I promise. For now, add another finger. Curl them up towards your belly button."

Vesper's eyes widen as she follows my instructions. "Oh," she breathes, her hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh, Z."

"That's it," I encourage her. "You've found your sweet spot. Keep stroking it. Use your thumb on your clit at the same time."

She obeys, her movements becoming more frantic as she chases her pleasure. I watch, mesmerized, as she writhes on the bed, her face a mask of ecstasy. My cock throbs painfully, begging for release, but I ignore it. This moment is all about Vesper.

"You're so beautiful like this," I tell her, my voice barely above a whisper. "So perfect. I want you to come for me, Vesper.

Her movements become more erratic, her breathing labored. I can see she's close, teetering on the edge of release. "That's it, moya koroleva. Come for me. Now."

With a cry that sends shivers down my spine, Vesper arches off the bed, her body trembling as her orgasm washes over her. I watch, entranced, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her.

"Z," she gasps, her eyes locked on mine as she comes down from her high. "That was...incredible."

I smile, feeling a mix of pride and overwhelming love for this amazing woman. "You're incredible," I tell her softly.

As Vesper catches her breath, a noise in the background catches my attention. Footsteps, coming closer.

"Vesper? Dinner's ready!" Oscar's voice calls from the doorway, and I watch as Vesper's eyes widen in shock, her hand still between her legs.

"Shit," she whispers, scrambling to sit up and smooth down my shirt. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and I can't help but feel a mixture of amusement and possessiveness at the sight.

Oscar appears in the frame, his eyebrows shooting up as he takes in the scene before him. His blue eyes flick from Vesper's disheveled state to the phone propped up on the nightstand, and understanding dawns on his face.

"Oh," he says, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "I see my brother's been keeping you entertained."

Vesper buries her face in her hands, but not before I catch a glimpse of her embarrassed smile. "Oz, I...we were just..."

"No need to explain," Oscar chuckles, holding up his hands. "I know damn well what you two were up to." He turns his gaze to the phone, and I can see the mix of emotions in his eyes; amusement, resignation, and a hint of something deeper, more complex. "Enjoying the show, Z?"

I clear my throat, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth has become. "You know me, Oz. Always making the most of a long-distance situation." Oscar rolls his eyes, but there's no real heat in the gesture. "Take care of her, Oz," I say, my voice low and serious.

He nods, his expression softening. "Always, Z. You know that."

Vesper, having recovered somewhat from her embarrassment, looks between us, her green eyes shining with emotion. "I miss you, Zaire," she says softly.

"I miss you too, moya koroleva," I reply, my heart aching with the truth of it. "I'll be home soon, I promise."

I tell Vesper I have to go, my voice husky with barely contained desire. As I end the call, the image of her flushed and satisfied burns itself into my mind. My body thrums with unreleased tension, every nerve ending on fire.

VESPER

I watchas Zaire's face disappears from the screen, his last smoldering look seared into my memory. My body still thrums with desire, a delicious ache pulsing between my thighs. Oscar moves away from me, his tall frame casting a shadow as he crosses the room to shut my bedroom door. The soft click of the latch echoes in the silence, and I shiver, suddenly aware of how exposed I am.

Oscar turns back to me, his blue eyes darkening with an intensity that makes my breath catch. He stalks towards the bed with predatory grace, his gaze never leaving mine. In one fluidmotion, he grasps my wrist and pulls me to my feet, my body colliding with his hard chest.

"Vesper," he growls, his voice low and rough with desire. Before I can respond, his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His hands tangle in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss as his tongue explores my mouth with passionate urgency.

When we finally break apart, gasping for air, Oscar's eyes are molten with lust. "I could hear you," he murmurs against my lips, his breath hot on my skin. "From the kitchen. Every little moan, every gasp."

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