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“Teach me,” she said softly through the shallow breaths. “I want to pleasure you as well.”

His eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of mischief in them then he grinned, nodding. “All right, siren. Come.”

He took her by the hands, getting her to stand up. Then, he positioned himself in the armchair, licking his lower lip. “Get on your knees, siren. Slowly.”

Feeling overcome by the raw need to feel him, she immediately did as he instructed. He opened his robe, revealing his manhood in all its glory. Her lips parted upon seeing it. She had never seen anything like that. She blushed, her heart skipping a beat, but there was more. Her insides throbbed at the sight.

“Take it gently with your fingers,” he whispered, not taking his eyes off her for even a second.

Trembling, her elegant fingers curled around his manhood, and it immediately tightened upon her touch. His eyes flared up at her, and she noticed a droplet of wetness on the tip. She never felt more powerful than at that moment, holding him in her hands, seeing the desire etched on his lips, on his face.

“Caress it,” he whispered again. “Do to it what you wish.”

She swallowed heavily. He had given her free reign over him. She gently started to stroke him, afraid that she might squeeze too hard. Curiously, she swirled her finger over the little droplet, wiping it away. He groaned with pleasure. A part of her wanted to kiss it, to feel that wetness on her lips. Did she dare do it?

Delicately, she moved her hands up then down, gripping tighter with each stroke. She could see that he liked it. In fact, he loved it.

“Can I… taste it?” she asked, blushing more than ever before, but curiosity won over. She wanted to learn, after all.

He smiled in a way that made her most intimate flesh throb again with need and yearning. She wondered if she could satisfy him as he satisfied her. There was only one way to find out.

“Do with it what you wish,” he repeated with a low groan.

She lowered her head toward the tip, flicking her tongue over it. Her eyes looked up at him. His fingers were gripping the handles of the armchair, keeping himself controlled. Her tongue swirled over him again, longer this time as she moved her hand. His manhood tightened even more, if such a thing were even possible, becoming hard as a rock.

“I love that tongue of yours, siren…” she heard him say, and it made her even bolder.

She locked her lips around the tip, licking it, playing with it. She couldn’t even imagine that his pleasure would cause her own as well.

Fire shot throughout her body, and she became even bolder, taking more of him into her mouth as he completely lost control. She felt the pulsation that emanated from him as he reached his peak, and he spilled into her mouth with a hoarse moan.

As she pulled back, she swallowed, and he beamed, still dazed with pleasure.

“Was I good?” she asked mischievously.

“Better than good,” he said, getting up from the armchair and then helping her up as well.

He ran his thumb across her lips. “You are indeed a very apt pupil.”

She chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her slightly swollen lips and her flushed cheeks.

When he pulled away, he lingered before her for a few moments, as if he had something to say, but then changed his mind at the last minute.

“Right. That’s enough for tonight. Goodnight, siren,” he said softly.

“Goodnight Jonathan,” she replied, and he turned on his heel, leaving her chamber.

As the door closed behind him, she was still smiling, happy and satiated, as she got into bed and closed her eyes, falling asleep that very same instant.

CHAPTER 20

Two days had passed since Jonathan’s second lesson with Ciara, after which she asked him to teach her how to pleasure him.

The thought amazed him. No woman had ever dared to ask him something like that. Women simply assumed they knew exactly what to do to please him. Mostly, they were right. But the thought of actually teaching a woman all his likes… that went beyond his wildest imagination. But what surprised him even more was his own reaction to her lips and tongue on him. No woman had ever brought him to finish with such ease, with such inexperience, which only seemed to heighten his desire for her.

That afternoon, he was making his way down a quiet corridor of Silverbrook Manor on his way to his study. The entire house was bathed in the soft light of the afternoon sun emanating through the windows, and the usual noises of the manor house only amplified the sounds of life within it.

As he walked, a soft melodious voice drifted to him from an open doorway. He paused, the unexpected sound catching his attention. The voice was familiar. He could recognize it immediately. It was hers.

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