SEBASTIAN
Remi’s heat engulfs me all at once, knocking the breath from my lungs. His hands grip my hips with intention, anchoring me as he draws me deeper into his mouth. The intensity, the heat, the wetness, the way he takes me in so completely, obliterates everything else.
There’s no world beyond this. Just him, me, and the wildfire consuming us both.
His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes from the tip downward, unhurried, like he’s savouring every inch, learning me with the kind of hunger reserved for things you ache to understand. Like I’m a language he’s desperate to master.
And for someone who’s never done this before, he moves with such raw instinct, such certainty, that I’m utterly undone. Every flick of his tongue, every pull of his lips, is perfectly in sync with my breathing, my pulse, the way I’m already starting to come apart beneath him.
The thought that he’s discovering this for the first time,with me,for me, makes my chest ache in ways I don’t have words for.
I reach behind me, fingers scrambling for the wall as Remi methodically, expertly takes me apart. I can’t hold back the moans that escape me, raw, uneven, desperate. The rhythm of his mouth quickens, and his hands keep roaming over my skin like it’s his to claim. LikeI’mhis to claim.
It drives me wild.
Then he lets out a low hum, and the vibration tears through me like lightning. My knees nearly give out.
I try to warn him, try to say I’m close, but the words dissolve, swallowed by the heat surging through my body. I’m unravelling fast, every nerve lit up, strung tight, and still, he doesn’t let up. He only deepens, hungrier, more certain.
And then I fall.
I cry out his name, broken, breathless, as everything inside me shatters and I tumble helplessly over the edge.
The world goes silent.
When I can finally breathe again, I’m still trembling. My chest rises and falls like I’ve run for miles, and my legs feel useless beneath me. But Remi’s still there, holding me, gently, steadily, as if I’m something delicate. Something that matters.
I thread my fingers through his hair. Not to guide him. Not to urge him on. Just to feel. Just to ground myself in the reality ofhim. To remind myself that this is real. Thatheis real. That he’s here, with me.
And I’ve never felt anything like it.
REMI
Sebastian’s orgasm triggers mine like a chain reaction. The moment he cries out my name, spilling into my mouth, I come hard in my trousers, untouched, driven over the edge by the sheer taste, the sound, the feel of him.
I don’t hesitate. I take everything he gives, hungry for him.
He wavers beneath my hands, and I rise quickly, just as unsteady, to catch him, pulling him close and crashing my lips to his. His mouth opens for me immediately, eager and breathless, and I realize he's tasting himself on my tongue.
He moans, deep and satisfied, and it nearly undoes me all over again.
Then he pulls back slightly, those green eyes glittering beneath heavy lashes, his lips swollen and wrecked, curling into a cocky little smile.
“That wasn’t how this was supposed to go…”
I blink, still breathless. “What do you mean?”
He rises onto his toes and presses a quick kiss to the tip of my nose, laughing.
“Well… I figured, since I’ve got more experience, I’d be the one taking the lead.”
He winks, and it’s adorable, but the mention of past experience sends a sharp jolt of jealousy through me, stealing the breath from my chest. I know I’ve got no right to feel that way, not really, but the thought of anyone else touching him, tasting him, makes my blood boil.
Without thinking, I lean in and bury my face in his hair, inhaling the scent of vanilla that always drives me insane. I press a kiss just beneath his ear, then trace its edge slowly with my tongue before whispering, voice low and rough, “You didn’t mind me taking the lead… did you?”
“No, no!” he says quickly, breath hitching. “Quite the opposite, actually, as you probably noticed…”
I chuckle, loving the way he toggles between shy and cheeky. “Well, ifyoudidn’t notice, I came too. Right along with you.”
