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I stare up at him, desire and uncertainty swirling inside me. I’m more than scared, but I also feel safe. He makes me feel safe.

“Let’s get you out of this costume.” His fingers toy with the zipper at the back. “As much as I love seeing you in it, I think I’ll love seeing you without it even more.”

I whirl around, presenting him my back while fidgeting with my finger. “Unzip me.”

His fingers grasp the zipper, slowly tugging it down, and cool air immediately kisses my heated skin.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He brushes his knuckles down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before dragging the body down over my hips.

The satin body falls around my feet, and I face him in nothing but my lacy black bra and slip. His eyes rake over me, so intense it’s almost a physical caress. No one has everlooked at me the way he does, like I’m something precious he wants to devour.

He reaches out, hooking a finger in the waistband of my slip and tugging me closer. “These are pretty, but they’d look better on my floor.” His other hand palms my breast through the thin lace of my bra. “Tell me. Did watching and sucking me turn you on?”

A breathless moan escapes my lips as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already aching for him, my body singing with need. “I think you know the answer to that.”

His smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Because I plan to worship you all night long.”

He lifts me into his arms and gently lays me down on the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he arranges the pillows behind my head, creating a soft nest for me to rest in. I think there’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with.

When he’s satisfied with my comfort, he crawls onto the bed and up my body. The heat of his skin seeps into mine everywhere we touch. He braces his forearms on either side of my head, caging me in, but it doesn’t feel confining. I still feel safe. Cherished.

His eyes search my face, likely looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all he’ll find is trust. And want.

I cradle his face with my hands. “Hi.”

“Hi.” His fingers caress my cheek and jaw. “Are you really sure?”

I can’t find my voice to respond, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, the sensation of his hard body pressed to mine, but I manage a small nod, lips parting in a soft gasp as his hips nestle closer between my thighs.

He dips his head, brushing his lips over the rapid flutter of my pulse, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. Every touch, every kiss, igniting a fire within me, stoking the desperate need between my thighs.

“I’m going to take my time with you.” One of his hands wanders underneath my back, unclasping the bra and throwing it to the floor before his tongue circles my taut nipple.

I arch into him with a gasp.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of you.” His lips blaze a path down my stomach, hands tugging off my slip. “And make you come so many times, you’ll lose count.”

My body trembles as he maps my curves with his mouth, his stubble scraping deliciously against my heated skin. He does take his time, worshipping me until I’m a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. Ready to give him anything, everything. No more holding back.

“Spread your legs for me, princess.”

I do as told, and his eyes darken at the sight, pupils blown wide with lust.

“So wet and ready for me,” he rasps. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He surges forward and drags his tongue through my folds. Pleasure spikes through me, a needy sound escaping me.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” He dips a finger inside me, and I cry out louder.

He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously while latching onto my clit with his mouth, sucking rhythmically. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body jolting uncontrollably as he works me closer to the sweet oblivion.

“Sebastian.” My hips move frantically against him. “Please.”

“I love it when you beg, princess.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyelids.

I shatter with a cry of his name, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. He strokes me through it, drawing it out until I’m boneless beneath him.

“Beautiful.” He presses a tender kiss to my trembling thigh. “Absolutely beautiful.”

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