Page 96 of Hawthorne

Just then, he sinks two fingers into me while using his thumb to stimulate my clit. They curl right on the right spot, bringing me closer to orgasm with each thrust.

“Open your eyes,little Milla, and come for me,” he pants against my neck. “Let me watch you unravel under my touch.”

And that’s all it takes for me to fall apart in his arms.

“I’m not done,” he chuckles, and my eyes snap open in shock.

“What do you—”

“On the bed, Ms White,” he orders, disentangling himself from my body.

Without questioning him, I follow the orders, getting comfortable on the bed. He stands there for a second, watching me intently, before leaning over my body.

“Vincent,” I whisper his name through parted lips and hooded eyes.

What is he going to do now?

A kiss on my nipple first, then on my lower belly afterwards, until he completely lays down, facing my core.

“Watch me cherish you,” he mumbles before diving headfirst right into my centre.

He licks my slit slowly before humming, and I shudder. His hands rush to assist his mouth. Licking, nibbling, sucking while two of his fingers pump into my entrance steadily. My body shudders, and my back arches in response.

So intense.

This man works wonders with his mouth, and I can’t help but grind my hips against his face, meeting his rhythm.

Keeping his pace, he alternates between sucking on my clit harshly or licking around it. The small ticklish sensations increase my arousal. “Oh, my, Vincent!”

That is enough to spur him on, as he increases the speed, his eyes alternating from my core and my face, always watching me intently.

It becomes too much as my body contracts, and I can’t help but grab his hair harshly, trying to find something that will ground my brain to this world.

But it’s not enough. The franticness is too much, and I ride his face, chasing my high.

“Come for me,” he orders.

And I do. I break apart before him by his hands. I feel my core squeezing his fingers, oozing more of my juices onto his mouth, chin, and hands.

It takes me a moment to recover, slowing my breathing down.

“Oh, god,” I mumble, embarrassed. “Are you alright?”

With a silly smile, he just lays next to me on the bed and pulls me into his arms before mumbling. “Peachy. Death by cunnilingus is the best way to go.

I’ve been furiously blushing ever since Vincent left my bedroom half an hour ago. Just as I finish redressing myself, the arrival of the duchess and Edgar is announced. In a way, I am thankful for all the distractions today. It’s the first official holiday that I am completely by myself.

I welcome them into the manor to the best of my ability. Still, it’s the most awkward greeting I’ve had. Edgar looks me straight in the eye and smirks, making me blush all over again.

With my head hanging low in a failed attempt to hide my blushed cheeks, I take them directly to the visiting room, serve the snacks and tea without uttering a word, and let them wait for Vincent, who has already received word of their arrival.

“Are you feeling alright?” Mariah asks as soon as I get into the kitchen.

“Yes,” I sigh. “It’s just that woman...she is–”

“Insufferable, right?” I jump at the sound of Edgar’s voice.

“Your Grace,” both Mariah and I say in unison, scared he just heard us.

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