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When her lips meet my clit, she pushes her tongue against exactly the way I need. I grab her hair, pulling itenough to be painful, and Alejandra moans. She moves over me so damn perfectly, I can’t believe how quickly I’m losing it. Every flick of her tongue, every press of her lips, has me gasping and trembling.
My orgasm coils tighter and tighter. I come so hard and so fast it’s almost embarrassing. My breath comes unevenly, my legs shake, and all I can do is hold on to her, trying to catch my breath.
I’ll never get enough of her. Not even close.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
ALEJANDRA
I’ve really missed waking up next to Clara.
Even though we talked until 4 a.m., I woke up feeling more rested than I have in days. There’s something about the way her body fits against mine that pulls me into the deepest, most peaceful sleep, which I’m so grateful for—especially today—because I have such a long day ahead of me. I need to head to the wedding venue early to get some pictures of Diana and Alex as they prepare for the wedding.
I can’t believe it’s already here!
I look to my right at Clara, still sleeping peacefully beside me, her blue hair sticking lightly to her forehead. I should let her sleep a little longer, but I can’t help but lean in and kiss her. She stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open.
“Hey,” she whispers, her voice husky with sleep.
“Morning.” I lean in to kiss her again.
Her hand finds mine under the sheets before intertwining our fingers and deepening our kiss. My hand moves to her face, cupping her cheek, and that’s when it hits me, this warmth spreading through my chest. Not the fiery, lose-yourself kind of heat. It’s softer— calm and electric all atonce. I could stay in this moment forever and never need anything more.
Our kiss intensifies slowly at first, then deepens, becoming hungrier with every second. She presses closer, the heat between us building fast.
“I want to,” I whisper, eyes still closed. “But if I don’t get up now, we’re not leaving this bed for alongtime.”
“That’s fine with me,” she teases, drawing me into another deep kiss.
My hand slides from her cheek to her waist, pulling her in until there’s barely space between us, wanting to get lost in her, but I can’t. I have to leave soon, and I still have to get ready. I groan softly against her lips, resting my forehead against hers.
Clara exhales a quiet laugh before planting another soft kiss on my lips. “Go get ready before Diana panics about you being late.”
I nod and swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit there for a second, trying to remember how to breathe normally. When I finally get up, I shower, brush my teeth, and pull out my outfit for the day, a sleeveless V-neck black jumpsuit with a cinched waist and deep pockets. The fabric is soft and breathable, with enough stretch to let me move freely while still looking put-together.
I wouldn’t normally wear black to a wedding, but Diana and Alex have asked everyone to wear black so their white dresses stand out in every picture, a trick I will probably steal for my own wedding—ifit were ever to happen. I can’t help but glance toward Clara at the thought, picturing her in a white tux. I am getting way ahead of myself.
I head to our bathroom, where the lights hum softly as I hop up onto the sink, legs crossed at the ankles, my mess of a makeup bag open beside me. I’m usually way moreorganized than this bag makes me look, but I threw everything in my car last night to get here more quickly. Honestly, I’m surprised my jumpsuit isn’t wrinkled.
Movement catches my attention in the mirror, and I watch as Clara leans against the doorframe with only a long T-shirt on, arms crossed over her chest, watching me.
I try to ignore her and swipe concealer under my eyes, waiting for her to say something as I attempt to blend it without showing how nervous she is making me right now. She doesn’t usually watch me apply my makeup.
“You’re staring,” I say, locking eyes with her in the mirror.
She shrugs, a lazy grin on her lips. “Can you blame me?”
With a smile, I turn my attention back to the mirror, doing my best to make the wing of my eyeliner as sharp as possible before attempting to glue eyelashes on. I should be moving faster. I’m already running behind, but there’s something kind of peaceful about the way Clara’s just ... looking at me. Like I’m art. Like the way I curl my lashes matters more than it does.
She steps closer, resting her chin on my shoulder, catching my eyes in the mirror. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
I pause, taking a look at myself. My makeup is half done, a wing is missing on one eye, my eyelashes still haven’t been glued on, and I applied entirely too much blush.
“Even like this?”
“Always,” she says, voice low as she presses a kiss to the back of my neck.
I don’t reply, just let the warmth of her words settle in as I go back to finishing my makeup, a smile lingering as she continues towatch.
