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A shiver emanates from her clit all the way up to her eyes, the lids fluttering for a second as I pull away and flick the tip of my tongue over her. Once, twice... countless times.

The flush climbs up her neck, and just as her mouth starts to form a silent O, I pull away.

"What..?" she looks down confused, angry.

I smirk. "I'll let you come on one condition... you call my name out while you're doing so. Like I know you've done so many times before. Except this time, I'm going to hear it."

Her eyelids narrow but this time, not from want. From pure hatred.

That's okay. I'd deal with it later. Right now I was dealing with her need to come.

To remind her what's she's missing, I reach forward with my finger, pressing it gently against her clit, The anger flees from her eyes and she leans back against the wall, moaning.

"Call my name, or else I'm not going to continue,” I growl into her ear.

She grits her teeth, pressing down against my finger, I pull away just enough to be making the slightest contact against her.

"Fuck... I hate you, Kylian..." she groans.

"That's a good start. But next time I want you to say it while you’re coming." Then I drop and her clit is against my tongue, licking it harder and faster until her breath trickles out of her throat in an unending moan, her hands against the back of my head.

When she hisses through her teeth, her feet arching up on tip toes, I know it’s coming... my finger pumps deeply into her and it's all that she needs to fall over the cliff.

"Oh fuck... oh god..." she moans as her body squeezes in orgasm.

"Come for me, sweetheart," I murmur against her clit as I continue to lick her, pushing her higher and harder over her climax.

"Oh fuck! Oh, Kylian... Oh god, Kylian..." She moans barely coherent.

It's me. It's my name. I'm the one making her come and she's reminding herself, reminding me as my name spills, uninhibited, over her lips.

“Oh… don’t stop, Kylian… please…”

It almost sounds like a surrender.

I keep eating her, even though all I want to do is get up and drive myself into her, coming deep inside her, making her mine.

She keeps moaning, her eyes closed, her head shaking from side to side as she comes again... letting me take her over the cliff again. I could watch it forever.

Finally, when her breathing slows, and her body stops shaking, she pulls her hands away, and brushes me away from her sensitive clit. I give her one last long lick, collecting as much of her cum on my tongue as I can, coating my mouth like a reward.

Brushing her dress down as I stand up, leaning into her, my face buried in her hair.

I take this moment of stillness to say, "You are so fucking beautiful."

She pulls away, brushing the wayward wisps of hair stuck on her damp forehead away so her eyes are locked on mine. "Really?"

"Yes. You've always been a pretty girl, but now... just now... you were one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life."

And I lean in... ready to kiss her for the first time.

thirteen

Kiara

It's been over a year since the last time I kissed someone.

A kiss carefully constructed to appease an angry man, to give in for just a moment to say a much belated farewell. A kiss that marks a beginning as well as an end. A kiss to start a new era of me. One that did not need a man in my life.

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