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“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” His thumb circles my clit, applying the right amount of pressure, and my thighs start to tremble, my whole body tensing as, what feels like, a coil inside me winding tighter and tighter.

I bite my lip hard, hoping to stifle the moans escaping me as the pleasure mounts.

But Sebastian growls, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Don’t you dare hold back on me, princess. I want to hear every little sound you make.”

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids and destroying any remnants of my self-control. I cry out as his fingers work their magic and don’t stop stroking that sweet spot inside me. I’m consumed by the fire he has stoked within me, burning brighter and hotter with each caress of his lips and down there.

Any shred of inhibition has vanished, replaced only by primal need.

The pressure builds to an almost unbearable level, and I tear my mouth from his. “Sebastian, I-I can’t. Please stop. It’s too much…”

“Too late, princess. Be the good girl I know you are, and give me another one.” It’s a command, one my body is all too eager to obey.

His fingers curl inside me once more, and I shatter, coming undone with a choked sob. “Sebastian.” My back arches off the mirror, my body trembling violently as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced rips through me.

He doesn’t stop, and I’m helpless, letting him wring every last ounce of ecstasy from my writhing form.

When it finally becomes too much, I collapse against him, spent and panting. He presses a gentle kiss to my sweat-slicked forehead, wrapping his arms around me, strong and secure.

“There now, was that so bad?” Amusement colors his tone.

I manage a weak shake of my head, still reeling. I can’t form words yet, my mind blissfully blank of anything but the lingering tremors of my release. What is this man doing to me?

He withdraws his hand and brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean as his eyes burn into mine. “Delicious.”

I hide my face against his shoulder.

“Isn’t it a bit late to be embarrassed?” He laughs and kisses the top of my hair.

“Stop.”

“No, because that was fucking hot, and I can’t wait for you to come on my face.”

What?!

Not only that, but what did I let happen? In a public bathroom, no less?

I’m not this girl. The kind who loses control. Who gets so lost in lust and sensation that she throws caution to the wind. But with Sebastian it’s like all my careful walls and reservations crumble to dust.

He makes me reckless. Desperate. Needy in a way I’ve never been before. And it scares me.

Because I know this means nothing to him. I’m another conquest, another notch on his bedpost. He’ll walk away from this encounter without a backward glance, while I’ll be left reeling, trying to pick—

He tilts my chin up. “You good?”

I nod, not quite meeting his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I should get back. My friends are probably looking for me.” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears. Devoid of the breathy moans and pleas from moments before.

“Was that your first time?” he asks carefully.

I’m like an open book, aren’t I?

“Shit, if I’d known.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll bring you home. Come on, get on my back.”

“What? No. I can’t.”

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